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American poet and editor
(1794 - 1878)
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So live, that, when thy summons comes to join
  The innumerable caravan, that moves
    To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
      His chamber in the silent halls of death,
        Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
          Scourged to his dungeon; but sustain'd and sooth'd
            By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
              Like one that draws the drapery of his couch
                About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
      - [Death]

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
  On the lake below thy gentle eyes;
    The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,
      And dark and silent the water lies;
        And out of that frozen mist the snow
          In wavering flakes begins to flow;
            Flake after flake,
              They sink in the dark and silent lake.
      - [Snow]

Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.
      - [Spring]

Still this great solitude is quick with life.
  Myriads of insects, gaudy as the flowers
    They flutter over, gentle quadrupeds,
      And birds, that scarce have learned the fear of man,
        Are here, and sliding reptiles of the ground,
          Startlingly beautiful. The graceful deer
            Bounds to the wood at my approach. The bee
 * * * * *
Fills the savannas with his murmurings.
      - [Solitude]

The breath of springtime at this twilight hour
  Comes through the gathering glooms,
    And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower
      Into my silent rooms.
      - [Spring]

The country ever has a lagging Spring,
  Waiting for May to call its violets forth.
      - [Violets]

The gentle race of flowers
  Are lying in their lowly beds.
      - [Flowers]

The hills, rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
      - [Mountains]

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
      - [Wind]

The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.
      - [Journalism]

The keenest of political weapons.
      - [Burlesque]

The mighty Rain
  Holds the vast empire of the sky alone.
      - [Rain]

The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.
      - [Newspapers]

The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
      - [Roses]

The stormy March is come at last,
  With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;
    I hear the rushing of the blast,
      That through the snowy valley flies.
      - [March]

The sun has drunk
  The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
    There is no rustling in the lofty elm
      That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
        Scarce cools me. All is silent save the faint
          And interrupted murmur of the bee,
            Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
              Instantly on the wing.
      - [Summer]

The year's last, loveliest smile.
      - [Autumn]

There is a day of sunny rest
  For every dark and troubled night;
    And grief may hide an evening guest,
      But joy shall come with early light.
      - [Compensation]

There is a Power whose care
  Teaches thy way.
      - [Providence]

There is no glory in star or blossom
  Till looked upon by a loving eye;
    There is no fragrance in April breezes
      Till breathed with joy as they wander by.
      - [April]

These shades
  Are still the abodes of gladness; the thick roof
    Of green and stirring branches is alive
      And musical with birds, that sing and sport
        In wantonness of spirit; while below
          The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect,
            Chirps merrily.
      - [Trees]

They talk of short lived pleasures--be it so
  Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard featur'd pain
    Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go.
      The fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
      - [Pain]

Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
  Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
    Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
      Fail not with weariness, for on their tops
        The beauty and the majesty of earth,
          Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget
            The steep and toilsome way.
      - [Landscape]

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
      - [Truth]

Violets spring in the soft May shower.
      - [Violets]

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