. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . — and no friendTake note of thy departure? All that breatheWill share thy destiny. The gay will laughWhen thou art gone, the solemn brood of carePlod on, and each one, as before, will chaseHis favorite phantom: yet all these shall leaveTheir mirth and their employments, and shall comeAnd make their bed with thee. As the long trainOf ages glide away, the sons of youth in lifes green s
. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . — and no friendTake note of thy departure? All that breatheWill share thy destiny. The gay will laughWhen thou art gone, the solemn brood of carePlod on, and each one, as before, will chaseHis favorite phantom: yet all these shall leaveTheir mirth and their employments, and shall comeAnd make their bed with thee. As the long trainOf ages glide away, the sons of youth in lifes green spring, and he who goesIn the full strength of years, matron and maid,And the sweet babe, and the grey-headed man,—Shall one by one be gathered to thy those who, in their turn, shall follow them. So live, that, when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan, that movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at nightScourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one that draws the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant *. HALLECK. (Fitz-Greene Halleck, 1795-1867.) Marco Bozzaris. At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hourWhen Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power:In dreams, through camp and court he boreThe trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard;Then wore his monarchs signet-ring;Then pressed that monarchs throne,— a king;As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Edens garden-bird. At midnight, in the forest-shades,Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band — True as the steel of their tried blades,Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persians thousands stood; There had the glad earth drunk their blood,On old Platseas day — And now there breathed that haunted air. The sons of sires who conquered there, With arm to strike, and sou
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