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SOPHOCLES.
I.
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# Poems (Bryant, 1854)/The Antiquity of Freedom

THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM.
# Poems (Bushnell)

POEMS
BY
FRANCES LOUISA BUSHNELL
PRIVATELY PRINTED
1900
NOTE
Through the courtesy of The Century Co., Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons and The Independent, these fugitive poems, originally published in their respective magazines, can now be offered to the friends of my sister, Frances Louisa Bushnell.
M.B.C.
CONTENTS
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# Poems (Toke)/The last

June, 1832.
# Poems (Toke)/The family burying-place

Godinton, October 3, 1837.
# Poems (Toke)/The harvest moon

September 2, 1841.
# Poems (Toke)/The burial of the dead at sea

October 29, 1835.
# Poems (Toke)/The lilies of the field

August 25, 18334,
# Poems (Toke)/The meeting ships

December, 1836.
# Poems (Toke)/The keepsake

March 31, 1837.
# Poems (Toke)/The aurora borealis

Torquay, January 20, 1831.
# Poems (Davidson)/Notes to Amir Khan

NOTES TO AMIR KHAN.
Beneath calm Cashmere's lovely vale, &c. "Cashmere, called the happy valley, the garden in perpetual spring, and the Paradise of India."
The bulbul, with his lay of love, &c. "The Bulbul, or Nightingale."
The gulnare blush'd a deeper hue, &c. "Gulnare, or Rose."
The lofty plane-tree's haughty brow, &c. "The Plane-tree, that species termed Platanus orientalis, is commonly cultivated in Cashmere, where it is said to arrive at a greater perfection than in any other country, This tree, which in most parts of Asia is called the Chinur, grows to the size of an oak, and has a taper, straight trunk, with a silver-colored bark, and its leaf, not unlike an expanded hand, is of a pale green. When in full foliage it has a grand and beautiful appearance, and in hot weather affords a refreshing shade."—Foster.
And wide the plantain's arms were spread, &c. "Plantain-trees are supposed to prevent the plague from visiting places where they are found in abundance."—Middleton's Geography.
Knelt the once haughty Subahdar, &c. "Subahdar, or Governor."
Since Amir Khan first blessed the hour, &c. "To the east of this delightful spot is a fortified palace, erected by Amir Kkan, a Persian, who was once Governor of Cashmere. He used to pass much of his time in this residence, which was curiously adapted to every species of Asiatic luxury." See Encyclopædia, vol. v. part 2.
Through the long walks of tzinnar-trees, &c. "Their walks are curiously laid out, and set on both sides with tzinnar-trees, a species of poplar unknown in Europe. It grows to the height of a pine, and bears a fruit resembling the chestnut, and it has broad leaves like those of the vine."—Middleton's Geography.
As it glides o'er the wave of the Wuller's stream, &c. "A beautiful river passes through Cashmere, called the Ouller, or Wuller. There is an outlet, ​where it runs with greater rapidity and force than elsewhere, between two steep mountains, whence proceeding, after a long course, it joins with the Chelum."
And like a star on Mahmoud's wave, &c. "It appears like a lake covered with rocks and mountains. Stones, when thrown in, make a surprising noise, and the river itself is deemed unfathomable."—Middleton's Geography.
Proud Hirney Purvit rears his head, &c. There is an oval lake, which joins the Chelum towards the east. The Yucht Suliman and Hirney Purvit form the two sides of what may be called a grand portal to the lake. They are hills; one of which is sacred to the great Solyman."
# Poems (Toke)/The stars

October 17, 1834.
# Poems (Toke)/The year's farewell

December 51, 1846.
# Poems (Toke)/Thekla's song

February 10, 1836.
# Poems (Toke)/Time hurries on, years pass us like the wind

October 6, 1857.
# Poems (Toke)/The skylark

May 31, 1850,
# Poems (Toke)/To Emma Laura

June, 1845.
# Poems (Toke)/The reply of the shunammite woman

December 14, 1844.
# Poems (Toke)/The two portraits

January 15, 1841.
# Poems (Toke)/The troubled dream

March 20, 1844.
# Poems (Toke)/To Eleanor Margaret

October 20, 1847.
# Poems (Scudder)

POEMS
POEMS
BY
ANTOINETTE QUINBY SCUDDER
PRIVATELY PRINTED THE DEVINNE PRESS NEW YORK 1921
Copyright, 1921, by
Antoinette Quinby Scudder
TO MY FATHER
WALLACE McILVAINE SCUDDER
CONTENTS
POEMS
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# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1826/The Cypress

THE CYPRESS.
BY L. E. L.
Thou graceful tree,
With thy green branches drooping,
As to yon blue heaven stooping,
In meek humility.
Like one who patient grieves,
When the fierce wind's o'er thee sweeping,
Thou answerest but by weeping,
While tear-like fall thy green leaves.
When summer flowers have birth,
And the sun is o'er thee shining,
Yet with thy slight boughs declining,
Still thou seekest the earth.
Thy leaves are ever green:
When other trees are changing,
With the seasons o'er them ranging;
Thou art still as thou hast been.
It is not just to thee, For painter or bard to borrow Thy emblem as that of Sorrow; Thou art more like Piety.
Thou wert made to wave, Patient when Winter winds rave o'er thee, Lowly when Summer suns restore thee, On some martyr's grave.
Like that martyr thou hast given A lesson of faith and meekness, Of patient strength in thy weakness, And trust in Heaven!
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Pledge of Friendship, 1828

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Pledge of Friendship, 1828
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Contents
* Separation
* Othman
* Song—Thou shalt think of me when the stars are weeping
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1826

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1826
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* The Cypress
* Stanzas - My heart hath turned away
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1826/Stanzas - My heart hath turned away

STANZAS.
BY L. E. L.
Oh life, what wouldst thou be, but that thine end Has hope!
My heart hath turned away
 From its early dream;
To me its course has been
 Like a mountain stream.
Pure and clear it left
 Its place of birth;
But soon on every wave
 Were taints of earth.
Weeds grew upon the banks,
 And as the waters swept
A bad or useless part,
 Of all they kept
Till it reached the plain below
 An altered thing,
Bearing trace and sign
 Of its wandering.
Withered and noxious leaves
 Floated on its brim,
And the blue, clear face of heaven
 Was in its mirror dim.
Just thus my heart has changed
 By the world which it has past;
Ah, hope, and truth, and feeling,
 Are too pure to last.
But that stream will wash away
 Its earthly soil and stain,
When its wandering has reached
 Its grave, the main.
And such is my heart's hope
 From sorrow and sully free,
It will find a glorious home—
 Thy rest—eternity.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1827

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1827
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* Resolves
* Wishes
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1827/Resolves

RESOLVES.
BY L. E. L.
Glide thou gentle river on,
 But not until I write on thee, Much of changed, much of good,  That henceforward I will be.
By thy swift and silver stream,
 Prayers and blessings will I send, On to yonder glorious haven,
 Where I see thy waters blend.
Careless river, thou has lost
 All I trusted to thy wave;
All my best intents, and hopes,
 In thy depths have found a grave. Thus it is the waves of time,
 Bear the heart's resolves away,
Useless all, and life's best part
 Thus becomes the spoiler's prey. Woe for man's weak foolishness,  Playing thus the infant's part;
Writing that upon the wave,
 Which he should grave on his heart.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Pledge of Friendship, 1828/Othman

OTHMAN
Morning, bright morning, thou art on the wave, Where sweep the proud gallies, whose freight is the brave The red flag is streaming—a meteor of war; Woe to the eyes that watch for it afar!
Young warrior, the sabre is bright in thy hand,— Why does thy dark eye yet linger on land? The heart of the warrior should be, like his shield, As firm in its temper, unknowing to yield.
Thou art brave; where's the Infidel foe dare advance, For the blow of thy sword, or the flight of thy lance? Thy white sails are spread, in their pride to the wind, Why lingerest thou, with thy fond looks behind?
Oh! the heart has its softness, tho' covered with steel; And the rock has deep waters it cannot conceal; And he who has ridden in blood to the knee, Will start at a shadow, when touched, Love by thee!
He turned to the shore; for a maiden is there, The least rose of whose cheek, the least wave of whose hair, Are dearer to him than the wealth of the world, Or the red hour of triumph, when banners are furled.
That eye's slightest look, that lip's softest word, He is meek as a slave in the chains of his lord: Not the less, when the battle ships meet on the brine, Will his bark and his brand be the first in the line.
But the wind fills the sails, and they sweep from the shore; They part with that parting which never meets more: They may gaze from the land on the desolate main, But the bark of young Othman returns not again.
'Tis evening; alone, in her tower on the steep, His lady sits watching the war of the deep. Like a trumpet, the wild wind has rung to the charge, And the unprisoned thunders are rushing at large.
Even fearful the strife of the sky and the sea— The time of their battle; but what must it be, When we know that our heart has its all on the wave, And yet look on the main as we look on the grave.
But the clouds are dispersing, the wild hour is past, And the setting sun masters the tempest at last; There is peace on the sky, there is rest on the sea, But the peace and the rest are not, Leila, for thee.
Scene of wild beauty, the black clouds are driven, Like rebels subdued, from their empire o'er heaven; Clear as a crystal, now spreads the bright west, Where the glad orb is sinking in glory to rest.
A purple gloom hangs o'er the north, but the light Is breaking around it, the waters are bright, Like mirrors for sunshine, and silver with foam, Like the sea-bird's white wings that now over them roam.
But sad is such hour, though the tempest be o'er, And the sky and the sea be as calm as before: The glory is mockery, the beauty is doom,— The light froth, the glad sunlight, are they for the tomb?
The heart hath its omens; she rushed from her tower, The wave wind-borne dashed o'er her, she felt not the shower: We watched her dark hair stream as onwards she prest; One faithful slave followed, and told us the rest.
She found him; some instinct had led her the way, Where, borne by the billows, and washed by the spray, Lay Othman. Oh, thus must he meet his young bride! 'Twas but one moment’s parting—she sank by his side!
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Pledge of Friendship, 1828/Song

SONG
Thou shalt think of me when the stars are weeping  Their tears of light; Thou shalt think of me when the stars are keeping  Their watch at night; Thou shalt think of me when summer flowers  In autumn fade; When sinks the glory of noon-tide hours  In twilight shade;
When the waves round some fragile bark are breaking  Alone at sea; Or when from your saddest dream awaking,  Then think of me. But I will think of thee at the dawning  Of the daylight's star, When slowly comes forth the beauty of morning,  Like joy from afar.
I will think of thee when over the ocean  Some tall ship rides, Stately and swift a spirit of motion,  Breasting the tides; And when they are telling some ancient story  Of chivalry, Of some proud one who died in his fulness of glory,  I'll think of thee;
But of me thou shalt think with sorrow,  Though light it be, But a night that knows no morrow  Has closed o'er me.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1827/Wishes

WISHES.
BY L. E. L.
1
It was a summer night,
 And I looked upon the sky,
When suddenly a light
 Flashed in its splendour by.
I watched the red flash pass
 On its shining path of flame,
And a wish rose in my heart,
 That mine might be the same.
It left its native sky,
 And when it touched the earth,
There rose a pillar of fire,
 As 'twere a spirit's birth;
And stronger grew my wish,
 Till as I passed next day,
Where fell that radiant light,
 But blackened ashes lay;
The forest oak was sear,  The grass had lost its green:
Reproof!—how could I wish
 Such course for me had been?
2
It was one summer night,
 I sailed on the wide sea far,
And our pilot and our hope
 Was the gleam of one pale star.
It had risen unmarked, what time
 The red sun touched the brine;
But a thousand rich clouds shone,
 And it won no gaze of mine. Now eve after eve I watched
 That sweet star's guiding light;
And my heart learnt a meeker lesson
 From the quiet presence of night;
And such, I said, be my fate—
 A calm and a lowly one,
But passed in blessing and peace,  As that fair star has done.
Oh! what is the brightest hour
 That ever to earth was given,
To the beauty of that mild light,
 Which is direct from heaven!
# Poems (Marianne Moore)/PEDANTIC LITERALIST

POEMS BY MARIANNE MOORE
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Circles

CIRCLES
Nature centres into balls, And her proud ephemerals, Fast to surface and outside, Scan the profile of the sphere; Knew they what that signified, A new genesis were here.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Compensation

COMPENSATION
Why should I keep holiday When other men have none? Why but because, when these are gay, I sit and mourn alone?
And why, when mirth unseals all tongues, Should mine alone be dumb? Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs, And now their hour is come.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Character

CHARACTER
The sun set, but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet As hid all measure of the feat.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Compensation 2

COMPENSATION
The wings of Time are black and white, Pied with morning and with night. Mountain tall and ocean deep Trembling balance duly keep. In changing moon and tidal wave Glows the feud of Want and Have. Gauge of more and less through space, Electric star or pencil plays, The lonely Earth amid the balls That hurry through the eternal halls, A makeweight flying to the void, Supplemental asteroid, Or compensatory spark, Shoots across the neutral Dark.
Man 's the elm, and Wealth the vine; Stanch and strong the tendrils twine: Though the frail ringlets thee deceive, None from its stock that vine can reave. Fear not, then, thou child infirm, There 's no god dare wrong a worm; Laurel crowns cleave to deserts, And power to him who power exerts. Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo! it rushes thee to meet; ​And all that Nature made thy own, Floating in air or pent in stone, Will rive the hills and swim the sea, And, like thy shadow, follow thee.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Concord Hymn

Originally published in 1837.
CONCORD HYMN
SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE BATTLE MONUMENT, JULY 4, 1837
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
​On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
# Poems (Emerson, Household Edition, 1904)/Boston Hymn

BOSTON HYMN
READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863
The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame.
God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor?
My angel,—his name is Freedom,— Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west And fend you with his wing.
Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers the statue When he has wrought his best;
​I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds and the boreal fleece.
I will divide my goods; Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have.
I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great; Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Shall constitute a state.
Go, cut down trees in the forest And trim the straightest boughs; Cut down trees in the forest And build me a wooden house.
Call the people together, The young men and the sires, The digger in the harvest-field, Hireling and him that hires;
And here in a pine state-house They shall choose men to rule In every needful faculty, In church and state and school.
​Lo, now! if these poor men Can govern the land and sea And make just laws below the sun, As planets faithful be.
And ye shall succor men; 'T is nobleness to serve; Help them who cannot help again: Beware from right to swerve.
I break your bonds and masterships, And I unchain the slave: Free be his heart and hand henceforth As wind and wandering wave.
I cause from every creature His proper good to flow: As much as he is and doeth, So much he shall bestow.
But, laying hands on another To coin his labor and sweat, He goes in pawn to his victim For eternal years in debt.
To-day unbind the captive, So only are ye unbound; Lift up a people from the dust, Trump of their rescue, sound!
​Pay ransom to the owner And fill the bag to the brim. Who is the owner? The slave is owner, And ever was. Pay him.
O North! give him beauty for rags, And honor, O South! for his shame; Nevada! coin thy golden crags With Freedom's image and name.
Up! and the dusky race That sat in darkness long,— Be swift their feet as antelopes, And as behemoth strong.
Come, East and West and North, By races, as snow-flakes, And carry my purpose forth, Which neither halts nor shakes.
My will fulfilled shall be, For, in daylight or in dark, My thunderbolt has eyes to see His way home to the mark.