Poems by James Bayard Taylor
To M. T.
... She whom youth alone makes dear ...
Ariel in the Cloven Pine
... All the isle, alive with Spring, ...
The Song of the Camp
... Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest ...
Daughter Of Egypt
... For they are flames that shun the day, ...
Gettysburg Ode
... "We consecrate ourselves to them, the Consecrated!" ...
From The Sunshine of the Gods
... And the blood, like the sap of the roses, ...
America: From the National Ode, July 4, 1876
... From the homes of all, where her being began, &emsp ...
The Quaker Widow
... She wears, thee knows, the gayest gowns, she hears a hireling priest ...
The Return Of The Goddess
... Though dust is on the leaves, her breath will bring ...
Through Baltimore
... Cleanse from thy skirts the slaughter shed, ...
Song
... For they are flames that shun the day, &emsp ...
Storm Song
... Though the rigging shriek in his terrible grip, ...
Tyre
... Who laid'st thy deep foundations, and thought them strong and sure, ...
Bedouin Song
... And the leaves of the Judgment &emsp ...
