FITZ-GREENE HALLECK Marco Bozzaris. Strike - for your altars and your fires; One of the few, the immortal names, On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days; None knew thee but to love thee, 45 Burns. Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, The Delphian vales, the Palestines, CHARLES SPRAGUE. Curiosity. Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Through life's dark coad his sordid way he wends, Centennial Ode. Stanza 22. Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze To my Cigar. Yes, social friend, I love thee well, Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. A Psalm of Life. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Art is long, and Time is fleeting.* Let the dead Past bury its dead! Lives of great men all remind us * Life is short, and the art long. HIPPOCRATES, (Aphorism I.) Still achieving, still pursuing, The Light of Stars. Know how sublimė a thing it is To suffer and be strong. It is not always May. For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest! Maidenhood. Standing, with reluctant feet, The Goblet of Life. O suffering, sad humanity! Resignation. There is no flock, however watched and tended, There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, The air is full of farewells to the dying, The Golden Legend. Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. A Metrical Essay. The freeman casting with unpurchased hand Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! And many an eye has danced to see Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, Urania. Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure, He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! And, when you stick on conversation's burrs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. The Music-Grinders. You think they are crusaders, sent JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. And what is so rare as a day in June? The Changeling. This child is not mine as the first was, I cannot lift it up fatherly And bless it upon my breast; Yet it lies in my little one's cradle And sits in my little one's chair, |