Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!
And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
- Fitz-Greene Halleck
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.
Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.
What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.
It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.
I sorrow that all fair things must decay. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
I sorrow that all fair things must decay.
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
This bank-note world. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
This bank-note world.
Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death. - Fitz-Greene Halleck
Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.
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