A new library of poetry and song: . len Bryant (three page MS. The Poet) . xvii William Wordsworth ... 2 Edmond Clarence Stedman . 74 John Keats 74 Edgar Allan Poe ... 74John Howard Payne . .110 H. H. — Hklen Hunt Jackson 110 Thomas Hood .... 314 William Gilmore Simms . 314 Lkioh Hunt .... 350 Josiah Gilbert Holland . 350 Alfred Tennyson . . 350 Julia Ward Howe . . 400 Walt Whitman . . 402 George H. Boker . . 498 T. Buchanan Read . . 542 Nathaniel Parker Willis . 544 John Greenleaf Whittier . 544 Paob Francis Scott Key . . 560 Oliver Wendell Holmes . 562 Fitz-Greene Halleck . . 562 Bayard Tayl
A new library of poetry and song: . len Bryant (three page MS. The Poet) . xvii William Wordsworth ... 2 Edmond Clarence Stedman . 74 John Keats 74 Edgar Allan Poe ... 74John Howard Payne . .110 H. H. — Hklen Hunt Jackson 110 Thomas Hood .... 314 William Gilmore Simms . 314 Lkioh Hunt .... 350 Josiah Gilbert Holland . 350 Alfred Tennyson . . 350 Julia Ward Howe . . 400 Walt Whitman . . 402 George H. Boker . . 498 T. Buchanan Read . . 542 Nathaniel Parker Willis . 544 John Greenleaf Whittier . 544 Paob Francis Scott Key . . 560 Oliver Wendell Holmes . 562 Fitz-Greene Halleck . . 562 Bayard Taylor . . 606 George Perkins Morris . 606 Elizabeth Barrett Browninq . 634- John Quincy Adams . . 634 Jean Inqelow .... 674George Gordon Noel, Loud Byron 728 Henry Wads worth Longfellow 818 Richard Henry Dana . 870 Ralph Waldo Emerson . 872 Thomas Gray .... 902 Harriet Beecher Stowe . 902 Lydia Huntley Siqournky . 902John G. Saxe . . .942 Richard Henry Stoddard . 942 James Russell Lowell . 942. trail fv CoUifr. Kefr;.-{ii,<;-f fiy curCay •/ MiCiiins Magazine. RECESSIONAL. God of our fallxTS, known of old,— Lord of our lar-tlung l)attle line,—I5fnealh whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine,—Lord God of Hosts, be with us we forget,—lest we forget! Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the ! .all our poni|) of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre !Judi^e of the nations, spare us we forget,—lest we forget! Che tumidt and the shouting captains and the kings depart : Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,—An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget,—lest we forget ! If, drunk with sight of power, we looseWild tongues that have not thee in awe, .Such boasting as the Gentiles useOr lesser breeds without the law,— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget, — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard,Al
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