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ABRAHAM LINCOLN ancient Abe battle birth blessed blood born brave breast breath calm coming crown dark dead dear death deed dream earth Edmund Clarence Stedman Edward William Thomson Edwin Markham eyes face fame fate Father Abraham fields fire flag flame Freedom's glory glow God's grave grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry Howard Brownell Hero honored human Julia Ward labor land light lives lonely look martyr mighty mother mourn murder nation's never night noble o'er old Abe peace poem prairies praise President race rest Richard Henry Stoddard Richard Realf roll Rose Terry Cooke Samuel Francis Smith shine shore silence sing slain slave sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stand star Stephen Douglas stood strife strong sublime sweet tears thee thine thou to-day toil tolling tomb Twas voice weep Wendell Phillips Garrison wild
Page 1 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 2 - ... mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Page 119 - Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven, As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses, Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves, I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
Page 116 - Came the carol of the bird. And the charm of the carol rapt me, As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night, And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
Page 7 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Page 5 - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate ; But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her, To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man...
Page 113 - I walk'd in silence the transparent shadowy night, As I saw you had something to tell as you bent to me night after night, As you droop'd from the sky low down as if to my side...
Page 14 - The color of the ground was in him, the red earth; The smack and tang of elemental things...
Page 5 - Whom late the Nation he had led, With ashes on her head, Wept with the passion of an angry grief: Forgive me, if from present things I turn To speak what in my heart will beat and burn, And hang my wreath on his world-honored urn.
Page 6 - But by his clear-grained human worth, And brave old wisdom of sincerity ! They knew that outward grace is dust ; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust.