The Poets of the Nineteenth Century
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ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, OF NEW YORK, SEPT. , 1S'20.
"The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket. " — WoKosuoitTii.
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named tliee but to praise.
Tears fell, when thou wert dying. From eyes unused to Aveep, And long where thou art lying, Will tc'ai-s the cold turf steep. 321 ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
"Wlien hearts, whose truth was proven, L...ike thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth ; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow. Whose weal and woe were thine : It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it.
And feel I cannot now.
While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free, The gi-ief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee.
322 HORACE SMITH.
t THE FIRST OF MARCH.
The bud is in the bougli, and the leaf is in the bud, And Earth's besjinning now in her veins to feel the blood, Which warm'd by summer suns in th' alembic of the vine.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, OF NEW YORK, SEPT. , 1S'20.
"The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket. " — WoKosuoitTii.
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named tliee but to praise.
Tears fell, when thou wert dying. From eyes unused to Aveep, And long where thou art lying, Will tc'ai-s the cold turf steep. 321 ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
"Wlien hearts, whose truth was proven, L...ike thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth ; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow. Whose weal and woe were thine : It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it.
And feel I cannot now.
While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free, The gi-ief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee.
322 HORACE SMITH.
t THE FIRST OF MARCH.
The bud is in the bougli, and the leaf is in the bud, And Earth's besjinning now in her veins to feel the blood, Which warm'd by summer suns in th' alembic of the vine.
What to read after The Poets of the Nineteenth Century?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Robert Aris Willmott to read onlineMoreLess
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