Ballads and Other Poems Fourth Edition, Revised

Great Britain’s lords[2] were planning— So ran the world’s report— To tax the colonies more and more,[4] And treat our sires as if they wore The liveries at the court.

[12] About 1762 “a fund of two thousand pounds was subscribed to a society which the legislature of Massachusetts had authorized for promoting knowledge among the Indians; but t...

[13] “I shall transmit your letter to the Secretary of State.... I will send the sheriff of this colony at any time, and to any place within the body of it, as I shall think fit...

[32] “The Active and the Kingfisher ... were sent to guard the passages out of the harbor.... Orders were given ... to load guns at the castle so that no vessel ... might go to...

[27] According to Lossing, the British lost sixty-five killed, one hundred and eighty wounded, and twenty-eight prisoners; the Americans fifty-nine killed, thirty-one wounded, a...

[1] “Brig.-Gen. Prescott ... had been nurtured in the lap of aristocracy, and taught all its exclusive precepts.... He was a tyrant at heart, and, having the opportunity, he exe...

But Haydn liked this not, would ward it off, And turn her chafing overcharge of nerve From tongue to foot, with “Here, Doretta, imp! You cannot climb the ledge,” or “leap the br...

“And I,” replied I, “not for future gain, For what he may become, would prize my friend; I prize the thing he is; nor wish him changed. I would not dare disturb for aught beside...

“What strange, what thoughtless deed is this?” he ask’d. “You take a vow, one not to be recall’d, That you will thwart our hopes, our plans for you?— And shut away, away from al...

“Yet nature,” said I, “may be but corrupt. What is this instinct, that it should not lie? If one should feel the instinct of the lamb While skipping to welcome the butcher’s kni...

Ay, rare, indeed, in that day is his fate, If the eye of the prophet—so noble a trait— Escape from censure and gibe and hate. For an eye like his will a goal pursue So far in ad...

You think my spirit rose to flights, Aspiring past all present sights, Invoking from the grave of time The heroes of that city’s prime,— The great Gonsalvo[6] marching on, Or Fe...

Amid the twilight’s gathering gloom, She knelt beside her babe’s new tomb. “My child,” she sigh’d, “did heaven not know How deep and dread would be my woe? For this did nature g...

Just then the sister of Elbert, gesturing toward The sister of Edith, Alice, whom she fetch’d, Cried, half-way introducing us, “My fan!” I stoop’d, and pick’d it up. Then, bowin...

Ah, Edith, so I mused, an artist thou, Thou art indeed! but not an actress, no, Whatever may have train’d thee, save to tread The stage of truth! and Elbert’s every act Against...

“You surely would not mean,” she ask’d and paused, “That you could throw aside your hopes? your vows? Your life-work?—seek enjoyment?” “Ah,” said I, “Enjoyment is the man’s most...

A new conversion, say you?—call it so. The truth converts one oft, if he be true. The true man loves his own, and fights for it; And, since his own is little and God’s is large,...

“An age-worn poet dying amid strangers in a humble village home, leaves the record of his life in a pile of manuscript poems. These are claimed by a friend and comrade of the po...

The first and, perhaps, the most important achievement of the book is to show that the _fact_ of _inspiration_ can be _demonstrated scientifically_; in other words, that the inn...