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Page 43 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 36 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Page 36 - Out of the world! In she plunged boldly — No matter how coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it ! Picture it, — • think of it ! Dissolute man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ! Fashioned so slenderly, — Young, and so fair...
Page 27 - Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age, For I was still a truant bird, that thought his home a cage, For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild ; And when he died and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine On the cottage wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 27 - Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun.
Page 16 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true ; For the Heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too ; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
Page 44 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 16 - I LIVE for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true ; For the heaven that smiles above me...
Page 27 - A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears ; But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away, And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say.