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A famous journalist, who longHad told the great unheaded throngWhate'er they thought, by day or night.Was true as Holy Writ, and right,Was caught..

Some one ('tis hardly new) has oddly saidThe color of a trumpet's blare is red;And Joseph Emmett thinks the crimson shameOn woman's cheek a..

In contact, lo! the flint and steel,By sharp and flame, the thought revealThat he the metal, she the stone,Had cheris

Well, I've met her again-at the Mission.She'd told me to see her no more;It was not a command-a petition;I'd granted it once before.Yes, granted it..

The Swan of Avon died-the SwanOf Sacramento'll soon be gone;And when his death-song he shall coo,Stand back, or it will kill you too.

Tut! Moody, do not try to showTo gentlemen and ladiesThat if they have not 'Faith,' they'll goHeadlong to Hades.Faith is belief; and how can IHave..

I know not, Mr. Catton, who you are,Nor very clearly why; but you go farTo show that you are many things besideA Chilean Consul with a tempting..

Charles Shortridge once to St. Peter came.'Down!' cried the saint with his face aflame;''Tis writ that every hardy liarShall dwell forever and ever..

Slain as they lay by the secret, slow,Pitiless hand of an unseen foe,Two score thousand old soldiers have crossedThe river to join the loved and..

Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people triedTo push from power, here is laid aside.Death only from the bench could ever startThe sluggish load of his..

LORING PICKERING_(After Pope)_Here rests a writer, great but not immense,Born destitute of feeling and of sense.No power he but o'er his brain..

Charles Main, of Main & Winchester, attendWith friendly ear the chit-chat of a friendWho knows you not, yet knows that you and heTravel two roads..

Dudley, great placeman, man of mark and note,Worthy of honor from a feeble penBlunted in service of all true, good men,You serve the Lord-in courses..

The rain is fierce, it flogs the earth,And man's in danger.O that my mother at my birthHad borne a stranger!The flooded ground is all around.The..

Because you call yourself Knights Templar, andThere's neither Knight nor Temple in the land,Because you thus by vain pretense degradeTo paltry..

Cried Age to Youth: 'Abate your speed!The distance hither's brief indeed.'But Youth pressed on without delayThe shout had reached but half the way

Who's this that lispeth in the thickening throngWhich crowds to claim distinction in my song?Fresh from 'the palms and temples of the South,'The..

I had a dream. The habitable earthIts continents and islands, all were bareOf cities and of forests. Naught remainedOf its old aspect, and I only..

I stood upon a hill. The setting sunWas crimson with a curse and a portent,And scarce his angry ray lit up the landThat lay below, whose lurid gloom..

I dreamed that I was poor and sick and sad,Broken in hope and weary of my life;My ventures all miscarrying-naught hadFor all my labor in the heat and..

I step from the door with a shiver(This fog is uncommonly cold)And ask myself: What did I give her?The maiden a trifle gone-old,With the head of gray..

Precursor of our woes, historic spade,What dismal records burn upon thy blade!On thee I see the maculating stainsOf passengers' commingled blood and..

Hail, blessed Blunder! golden idol, hail!Clay-footed deity of all who fail.Celestial image, let thy glory shine,Thy feet concealing, but a lamp to..

'The Social World’! O what a world it isWhere full-grown men cut capers in the German,Cotillion, waltz, or what you will, and whizzAnd spin and hop..

Well, well, old Father Christmas, is it you,With your thick neck and thin pretense of virtue?Less redness in the nose-nay, even some blueWould not, I..