to it as to a shrine; and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of Washington shall shed an eternal glory on the spot. Oration on the Character of Washington. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 1794-1878. Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, The Ages. xxxiii. To him who in the love of Nature holds Go forth under the open sky, and list Thanatopsis. The globe are but a handful to the tribes So live, that when thy summons comes to join To that mysterious realm where each shall take 1 The edition of 1821 read, — The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take. Ibid. Ibid The groves were God's first temples. The stormy March has come at last, A Forest Hymn. With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies. But 'neath yon crimson tree March. Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Her blush of maiden shame. Autumn Woods. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown The Death of the Flowers. and sear. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. Loveliest of lovely things are they The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. Ibid. A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. The victory of endurance born. The Battle-Field. Truth crushed to earth shall rise again, Ibid. JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. 1795-1820. When Freedom from her mountain-height She tore the azure robe of night, She mingled with its gorgeous dyes And striped its pure, celestial white Flag of the free heart's hope and home! And all thy hues were born in heaven. Where breathes the foe but falls before us, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? The American Flag Endymion. Book 1. JOHN KEATS. 1795-1821. A thing of beauty is a joy forever; He ne'er is crown'd With immortality, who fears to follow Where airy voices lead. To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; Book ii. She is so constant to me, and so kind. Book iv. So many, and so many, and such glee. Ibid. Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Lamia. Part ii. There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: Ibid. Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. The Eve of St. Agnes Stanza 3. The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. Asleep in lap of legends old. Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. Stanza 4. Stanza 15. Stanza 16. Stanza 18. As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. Stanza 27. And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. Stanza 30. He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, Stanza 33. That large utterance of the early gods! Hyperion. Book i. Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Ibid. Book ii. Ode to a Nightingale Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Ibid. Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time. Ode on a Grecian Urn. Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought Beauty is truth, truth beauty, Ibid. Ibid. - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings? Ibid. Stanzas. Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet x. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, On first looking into Chapman's Homer E'en like the passage of an angel's tear To One who has been long in City pent. |