THE POEMS OF ALFRED B. STREET (Google eBook)

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Page 280 - Union, to thee ! Our Union, the lightning of battle First kindled the flame of its shrine ! The blood and the tears of our people Have made it forever divine. In battle we then will defend it ! Will...
Page 298 - Hurrah! Arch the green bowers ! Hurrah ! Arch o'er the hero, who Nearer and nearer drew, Letting wise patience sway, Till, from his brave delay, Swift as the lightning's ray, Bounded he to the fray, Full on his fated prey ; Thundering upon his path, Swerving not, pausing not, Darting steel, raining shot, In his fierce onset, hot With his red...
Page 49 - Statesman pure and wise ! The Patriot true and bold! Where'er our trophied Eagle flies, His name with pride is told. From Maine's dark pines and crags of snow, To where Magnolian breezes blow...
Page 84 - A duck, beside an isle of wood, Within a watery streak was steering, Dipping his green head in the flood, When, quick his bill of yellow rearing, With a loud whiz he flew away. STREET. And from yon nook of clustered water-plants, The wood-duck, shaking its rich purple neck. Skims forth, displaying through the liquid glass Its yellow feet, as if upborne in air. STREET. Or crested wood-duck, rich in all the dies That tinge the fleecy robes of vernal skies. ALSOP. The far-famed canvass-backs...
Page 328 - Aye, bring back the banners and fold them in rest ! They have wrought their high mission, their holy behest! Stained with blood, scorched with flame, hanging tattered and torn, Yet dearer, by far, than when, bright, they were borne By brave hearts to glory ! As we gaze at their tatters, what battle-fields rise, Fields flashing in deeds of sullimest emprise?
Page 280 - Union, the gift of our fathers ! ^*^ In wrath roars the tempest above ! The darker and nearer our danger, The warmer and closer our love ; Though stricken, it never shall perish ; It bends, but not breaks, to the blast ; Foes rush on in fury to rend it, But we will be true to the last. Our Union, ordained by Jehovah, Man sets not the fiat aside...
Page 181 - While other birds as yet were mute, Then too hath thrilled thy echoing flute; Brown brother of the dews ! And now I hear thee with the joy, The fresh delight of other hours, When earth was one bright scene of flowers, And I a thoughtless boy. How strange that one soft simple strain Should bid the spectral past arise...
Page 71 - ... rain fall'n; But now the mist is vanishing; in the west The dull, gray sheet, that shrouded from the sight The sky, is rent in fragments, and rich streaks Of tenderest blue are smiling through the clefts. A glance of sunshine strikes upon the hills, Then fades; the great clouds whiten, and roll off, Until a steady blaze of golden light Kindles the dripping scene. Within the east The delicate rainbow suddenly breaks out, Soft air-breaths flutter round, each tree shakes down A shower of glittering...
Page 298 - ... Thundering upon his path, Swerving not, pausing not, Darting steel, raining shot, In his fierce onset, hot With his red battle wrath ; Flashing on, thundering on ; Pausing then once again, Curbing with mighty rein, All his great heart, as vain Writhed the fierce foe, the chain Tighter and tighter round, Till the reward was found Till the dread work was done Till the grand wreath was won. Triumph is ours I Hurrah ! CHAPTER XVII.
Page 180 - To fling upon the velvet glade The flickering masses of their shade Within the sunlight's glow. And bursting through the dead piled leaves The violet springs the daisy gems The grass with silver diadems Its arms the gold-thread weaves.

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