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| 5391. | A poem, on the rising glory of America by Hugh Henry Brackenridge | | LEANDER.
No more of Memphis and her mighty kings,
Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies.
Taught golden commerce to unfurl her falls,
And bid fair... |
| 5392. | Spring by John Gould Fletcher | | At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise."
At the second hour, it was as if one said, "Go forth."
And the winter constellations that are l... |
| 5394. | Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe | | Howe's Final version
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
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| 5395. | Mother's Day Proclamation by Julia Ward Howe | | Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have ... |
| 5396. | Earliest Spring by William Dean Howells | | TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles,
Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath,
Through all the moaning ch... |
| 5397. | In the Park by Maxine Kumin | | You have forty-nine days between
death and rebirth if you're a Buddhist.
Even the smallest soul could swim
the English Channel in that time
or cli... |
| 5398. | Purgatory by Maxine Kumin | | And suppose the darlings get to Mantua,
suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin
with him, unshaven. Though not, I grant you, a
displeasin... |
| 5399. | The Hermit Goes Up Attic by Maxine Kumin | | Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest
his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account
by knifecut of some long-gone harvest.
The wood was new. The pitch ra... |
| 5400. | On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines by William Vaughn Moody | | Streets of the roaring town,
Hush for him, hus, be still!
He comes, who was stricken down
Doing the word of our will.
Hush! Let him have his s... |
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