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WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
Sustained and soothed
With wind and clouds and changing skies;
That through the snowy valley flies.
The Death of the Flowers.
The saddest of the year,
And meadows brown and sear.
The eternal years of God are hers;
And dies among his worshippers.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
The hand that rounded Peter's dome,
He builded better than he knew.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
Hymn. At the completion of the Concord Monument,
One of the few, the immortal names,
On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake. Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days; None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Shrines to no code or creed confined, —
The Meccas of the mind.
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends.
To my Cigar.
In learned doctors' spite;
And lap me in delight.
HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.*
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Lives of great men all remind us
And, departing, leave behind us
* Life is short, and the art long.
Hippocrates, (Aphorism I.)
Still achieving, still pursuing,
The Light of Stars. Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
It is not always May.
Maidenhood. Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
The Goblet of Life.
But one dead lamb is there!
But has one vacant chair.