The Poetical Works of Edmund Clarence Stedman

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James R. Osgood, Late Ticknor & Fields, and Fields, Osgood, & Company, 1878 - 342 էջ
 

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Էջ 252 - AZgon, rough and merry, A Broadway Daphnis, on his tryst With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry. A one-eyed Cyclops halted long In tattered cloak of army pattern; And Galatea joined the throng, — A blowsy, apple-vending slattern; While old Silenus staggered out From some new-fangled lunch-house handy, And bade the piper, with a shout. To strike up Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Էջ 275 - Freddy, and all the snow ; And the sheep will scamper into the fold When the North begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the heat? The South- Wind, Katy ; and corn will grow, And peaches redden for you to eat, When the South begins to blow.
Էջ 250 - JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont To throng for trade and last quotations; Where, hour by hour, the rates of gold Outrival, in the ears of people, The quarter-chimes, serenely tolled From Trinity's undaunted steeple...
Էջ 68 - Potomac, and knocked the sentry down; Took the guarded armory-building, and the muskets and the cannon; Captured all the county majors and the colonels, one by one; Scared to death each gallant scion of Virginia they ran on, And before the noon of Monday, I say, the deed was done. Mad Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown, With his eighteen other crazy men, went in and took the town. Very little noise and bluster, little smell of powder made he; It was all done in the midnight, like the Emperor's coup d'etat....
Էջ 335 - The happy season thou hast been our guest. Whither away? Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed thy Southern flight? Ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the spring, Whither away? Whither away, Swallow, Whither away?
Էջ 21 - The Singer O Lark ! sweet lark ! Where learn you all your minstrelsy ? What realms are those to which you fly ? While robins feed their young from dawn till dark, You soar on high — Forever in the sky. O child! dear child! Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my flights be wild, To Earth I bring; Then let me soar and sing ! Edmund Clarence Stedman.
Էջ 242 - I, that stepped before them all Who longed to see me get the mitten. But no! she blushed and took my arm: We let the old folks have the highway, And started toward the Maple Farm Along a kind of lovers
Էջ 277 - ... with musky Spring. The golden nurslings of the May In splendor strew the spangled green, And hues of tender beauty play, Entangled where the willows lean. Mark how the rippled currents flow : What lustres on the meadows lie! And hark, the songsters come and go, And trill between the earth and sky.
Էջ 290 - No leader to shirk the boasting foe, And to march and countermarch our brave, Till they fall like ghosts in the marshes low, And swamp-grass covers each nameless grave ; Nor another, whose fatal banners wave Aye in disaster's shameful van ; Nor another, to bluster, and lie, and rave, — Abraham Lincoln, give us a MAN...
Էջ 66 - He would seize it by the vitals; he would crush it day and night; he Would so pursue its footsteps, so return it blow for blow, That Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown, Should be a name to swear by, in backwoods or in town! Then his beard became more grizzled, and his wild blue eye grew wilder, And more sharply curved his hawk's-nose, snuffing battle from afar...

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