{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3450", "width": "2175", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Glass 1 r)^ 57 6..\\nBook J-Lu.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "GEN. ALBERT PIKE.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "GEN. ALBERT PIKE S\\nPOEMS.\\nWITH INTRODUCTORY BIOGRAPHICAIv SKETCH\\nBY\\nMRS. LILIAN PIKE ROOME,\\nDAUGHTER OF THE AUTHOR.\\nILLfelSTRATED.\\nLITTLE ROCK, ARK.:\\nKRB,D. W. AL.L.SOFP, Publisher.\\n1900.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "Library of Ccngtttt^\\norncc of the\\nnt Et\u00c2\u00bbUr of Copyrlght\u00c2\u00abi\\noi 764\\nCopyrighted. 1899,\\nBy MRS. LILIAN PIKE ROOME\\nAND\\nFRED W. ALLSOPP.\\nSECOND COPY.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "pi\\nWhen I am dead, I wish my monument to be builded\\nonly in the hearts and tnem,ories of m,y brethren\\nof the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite.\\nALBERT Pike.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "ADVERTISEMENT.\\nI need offer no apology for presenting to the public this\\nvolume of Gen. Albert Pike s Poems; the poems are too good\\nto be lost, and I wonder that a collection of the author s\\nwritings has not been published for general circulation\\nlong since. Being a great admirer of those of the poems\\nwhich I had read, I sought and obtained the sanction of\\nthe celebrated author s daughter, Miss Lilian Pike, since\\nbecome Mrs. Roome, to publish same, and induced her to\\nwrite the accompanying splendid biographical sketch of\\nher honored father.\\nI was encouraged to carry out a previous resolution\\nto publish the book by reading the following tribute to\\nthe author, contributed to T/te Gazette iuMsLy, 1899, by Mrs.\\nEldridge Greening, of Camden, Ark., who regretted, that\\nwith his unquestioned poetic genius, he did not give to the\\nworld a book of poems, such as he only could produce,\\nand write his name on Fame s glorious temple, beside\\nthose of the greatest poets of the past and present age:\\nThe fugitive verses of Albert Pike, going the rounds\\nof the press, did more to arouse a literary feeling through-\\nout the State and direct attention to the literary capabil-\\nities of the South than volumes of Tennj-son, in red and", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "5\\ngold, could have done. His name must necessarily stand\\nat the head of the list of Arkansas authors, for it was in\\nthis iState he composed nearly, if not all, of his famous\\npoems, and it was of the State he loved so well he wrote\\nand sang with exceeding sweetness. He gave us, more\\nthan any other writer, a distinct place in the literature of\\nthe country. His simple, melodious verses touched the\\nhearts of thousands, and gave him and the State a world-\\nwide fame. His record is made. With the fleeting years\\nhis name as a writer of standard, wholesome poetry will\\nnot vanish, but grow brighter and brighter. Arkansas\\nwill always honor the name of Albert Pike. Every Year,\\nwith its simple pathos, will forever enshrine itself in\\nevery Southern heart.\\nI trust that the volume may receive a welcome.\\nFred. W. Allsopp.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE.\\nAfter the Midnig-ht Cometh Morn 145\\nAfter Dinner 338\\nAnnie 189\\nAriel 90\\nAs the Seasons Come and Go 366\\nAt Midnight 217\\nAuld Lang- Syne 133\\nAutumn 228\\nBiographical sketch of Gen. Pike, by Mrs. Lilian Pike\\nRoome 9\\nBridal, the 318\\nBrown October 303\\nBuena Vista 177\\nCarisima 276\\nCaroline 262\\nChristmas 199\\nCleopatre 363\\nCruiskeen Lan 346\\nDead Chase, the 151\\nDirge, a 281\\nDying Wife, the 292\\nEllen 301\\nEvening Conversation, an Ill\\nEvery Year 31\\nFanny 245\\nFarewell to New England 175", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "7\\nFine Arkansas Gentleman, the 331\\nFirst Wild Flowers of Spring:, the 267\\nFragment, a 271\\nGenevieve 236\\nGertrude 283\\nHome 193\\nHymns to the Gods 35\\nInvitation, an 231\\nInvocation 258\\nJubila^ 300\\nLa Maitresse de la Poste 274\\nIvament for Dixie, a 297^\\nIvatonayf 78\\nLes Marchandes 272\\nLight of Days Long- Past, the 221\\nLines Written on the Rockj Mountains 239\\nMountains West of the Rio Del Norte 285\\nWritten to a Lady 197\\nLove Blooms But Once 171\\nMagnolia, the 266\\nMa Triste Cherie 242\\nMignonne 255\\nMorning, a Lament 212\\nMy Native Land, My Tennessee 140\\nNight, a Reverie 206\\nNight On the Arkansas 138\\nNoon In Santa Fe 184\\nOde to the Mocking Bird 110\\nO Dearest, O Daintiest Mignonne 142\\nOld Canoe, the 87", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Oh Jamie Brewed a Bowl of Puuch 350\\nOra Atque Labora 225\\nReflections 247\\nReunion 187\\nRocky Mountains, the 239\\nSilver Wedding-, the (A Masque) 305\\nSimiles 279\\nSonnet, a 355\\nSpree at Johnny Coyle s 320\\nSpring- 130\\nStruggle for Freedom, the 136\\nSunset in Arkansas 252\\nTo a Robin 172\\nTo Genevieve 236\\nTo Mary 223\\nTo the Mocking Bird 203\\nTo the Moon 289\\nVoyage of Ivife, the 125\\nWaif Returned, the 362\\nWhen California Was a Foreign I^and 356\\nWidowed Heart, The 147\\nWilt Thou on Thy Sweet Bosom Wear 359", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009411\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nminded, high-struug, sensitive, chivalrous, munificent,\\ncommunicative with those he loved, but reserved to stran-\\ngers and uncongenial persons; ambitious and conscious of\\nhis powers, yet diffident and modest; easily depressed by\\nunkind words and sneers, but steadfast in his determina-\\ntion to do something, to be a power in the world. Thrown\\nwith rigid Puritans, who had little toleration for senti-\\nment, and scorned poetry and flowery talk, as they called\\neverything imaginative and ideal, it is not to be wondered\\nat that he longed to breathe a freer air, to lead a wider\\nlife than the purely materialistic one of wage -earning and\\neating and drinking, with no thought of greater things,\\nno interchange of ideas, no aspirations towards intellec-\\ntual development.\\nAll his efforts, therefore, tended to this end, to make\\nmoney enough to go forth to the newer western world.\\nThe Pacific coast was the goal for which he started in\\nMarch, 1831. He reached St. Louis, joined a party of\\npioneers, and went as far as Santa Fe; in September, 1832,\\njoined a trapping party at Taos, and went down the Pecos\\nRiver, and into the Staked plains; endured starvation and\\nmany hardships, found himself stranded among strangers\\nwith nearly all his money gone, concluded that he was not\\non the best road to fame and fortune, retraced his steps,\\nand, with five of his companions, left the main party and on\\nthe 10th of December, 1832, reached Fort Smith, Arkansas,\\nand stopped there. He taught school near Van Buren,\\nArkansas, and wrote articles for the local papers and a\\nseries of articles on the political topics of the day, under\\nthe nom de plume of Casca, which were published in the\\nLittle Bock Advocate, the organ of the Whig party.\\nThese attracted much attention by their admirable liter-", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009412\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nary style, their pungent and epigrammatic tone and clas-\\nsical lore, and above all, the originality and virility that\\nbreathed in every line. Colonel Crittenden, the most\\nprominent Whig in the state, came to see him; was as\\nmuch attracted by his personality as by his writings, and\\ncaused him to be offered the position of associate editor of\\nthe Advocate. He accepted it, and moved to Little Rock\\nand there abided. In that southern town he found the\\natmosphere he needed; he was loved and admired, his talents\\nwere appreciated, he was encouraged to put forth all his\\npowers; there he found fortune and fame.\\nThe Territorial Legislature was in session when he\\nreached Little Rock, which was in October, 1833, and a\\nfew days after he was elected assistant secretary of the\\ncouncil, and served as such until the end of the session,\\nmaking, as he said, many acquaintances and some life-\\nlong friends; at the same time working in the Advocate\\noffice, learning to set type and editing, and at intervals\\nreading the first volume of Blackstone, until October,\\n1834. That winter, when he had read only the first vol-\\nume, Thomas J. Lacy, of the Territorial Superior Court,\\ngave him a license to practice law.\\nIn the meantime, at the house of some friends, he had\\nmet a very beautiful young lady. Miss Mary Ann Hamil-\\nton. It was probably a case of love at first sight; for\\nsoon he was paying her devoted court, and writing poems\\nto her, which he slipped into her hands whenever he could\\ndo so without attracting attention. These, I am sorrj^ to\\nsay, she did not treasure as she should have done, foronlj\\none remains on record, the one entitled To Mary, in his\\nNugae. His suit was prosperous, and they were mar-\\nried on the 10th of October, 1834, at the house of Colonel", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009413\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTerrence Farrelly, her guardian, near the Post of Arkan-\\nsas. Soon after this he erected a handsome dwelling in\\nLittle Rock, in which he and his family lived until after\\nthe close of the Civil War.\\nIn 1831, he published Hymns to the Gods, which\\nwere republished, with additions, in Blackivood s Maga-\\nzine for June, 1839. Professor Wilson (Christopher\\nNorth) appended to them a very complimentary notice,\\nwherein he said, among other things: These fine hymns\\nentitle their author to take his place in the highest order\\nof his country s poets. Professor Wilson also said of\\nhim to Dr. Shelton Mackenzie: His massive genius marked\\nhim out to be the poet of the Titans. In 1834, he pub-\\nlished Prose Sketches and Poems Ariel appeared in\\n1834 or 1835; in 1836 appeared the Ode to the Mock-\\ning Bird, which was republished in Blachvood^s for\\nMarch, 1840. From time to time other detached poems\\nappeared in various publications and were always warmly\\nwelcomed by the readers. Finally, in 1854, he printed a\\ncollection of his poems, entitled Nugae, but only for\\ndistribution among his friends.\\nIn 1836, he was employed to supervise the publica-\\ntion of the Revised Statutes of Arkansas, which he did\\nwith great credit.\\nIn the spring of 1835, he bought the Advocate of\\nCharles P. Bertrand, and soon afterwards entered into a\\npartnership in the law with William Cummins, which\\ncontinued for several years. He owned the Advocate, and\\nwas editor and typesetter, and generally useful in the\\noffice, for two years or more, and then sold it. He was\\nhis own teacher in the law; soon began to get together a\\nlaw library, and in 1839 began to purchase other books", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009414\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nand to read them, never sleeping more than five or six\\nhours, which was indeed his rule for more than forty\\nyears. In 1840, he was elected attorney of the Real\\nEstate Bank, and in 1842, one of the trustees, holding the\\ntwo offices in succession during some twelve years, one\\nyear of which he was in the military service of the United\\nStates, commanding a squadron in Mexico, in the regiment\\nof Archibald Yell.\\nIn 1846, he raised a squadron of cavalry which he\\ncommanded with the rank of captain, and served in\\nMexico with distinction, having received special mention\\nfrom Generals Taylor and Wool. Here he met Major\\nRobert E. Lee, afterwards Commanding General of the\\nConfederate Army, with whom he corresponded for a\\nwhile after the Mexican War.\\nShortly after the close of that war there appeared in\\nthe columns of a Little Rock newspaper an article written\\nby him, severely criticising the conduct of a part of the\\nArkansas regiment at the battle of Buena Vista, of which\\nregiment John Seldeu Roane was Lieutenant- Colonel.\\nThe latter considered these criticisms as reflecting upon\\nhim personally, and immediately sent a challenge to Cap-\\ntain Pike. This was promptly accepted, and the meeting\\ntook place on the sandbar opposite Fort Smith, in the In-\\ndian Territory.\\nIn the Arkansas Gazette of April 2, 1893, appeared\\na very interesting article from the pen of Dr. James A.\\nDibrell, Sr., of Van Buren, giving the particulars of the\\naforesaid duel. Dr. Dibrell wrote:\\nOn the bar opposite Fort Smith, Albert Pike as\\nprincipal, with Luther Chase and John Drennen as sec-\\nonds, and the writer as surgeon, accompanied by Pat. Far-", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009415\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nrelly and Wm. H. Cousin and Dr. R. Thruston as friends\\non one side, and John S. Roane as principal, with Henry\\nM. Rector and R. W. Johnson as seconds, and Dr. Philip\\nBurton as surgeon, met in mortal combat to decide a con-\\ntroversy by the code d honneur, so falsely called. Pike,\\nto the best of my recollection, was the challenging party,\\nat least, was so considered on my side of the ground.\\nAt call, both parties promptly stepped forward, distance\\nten paces, when duelling pistols were loaded and placed\\nin their hands. Both stood firm and determined, neither\\ndisplaying the least agitation. Pike was enjoying a cigar\\nduring the firing. At the word, both parties fired, but\\nneither was wounded. A second fire was had, with the\\nsame result. Some one has said that Pike s beard was\\ntouched; if so, I have no recollection of it. After the\\nsecond fire, Pike and myself were sitting on a cottonwood\\nlog on the edge of a forest that fringed the bar, when\\nDr. Burton was seen approaching us, with his usual slow\\nand dignified step, and when within a few paces of us,\\nbeckoned to me to meet him. I did so. He remarked:\\nDibrell, it s a d d shame that these men should stand\\nhere and shoot at each other until one or the other is\\nkilled or wounded. They have shown themselves to be\\nbrave men and would fire all day unless prevented. The\\nseconds on neither side can interfere, because it would be\\nconsidered a great disparagement for either to make a\\nproposition for cessation of hostilities. So, let us, as sur-\\ngeons, assume the responsibility and say they shall not\\nfire another time that unless they do as we desire we will\\nleave the field to them helpless, however cruel it might\\nseem.\\nI replied that I knew nothing about the code, but", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009416\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwould consult my principal. I stated Dr. Burton s prop-\\nosition word for word as made to me. Pike remarked,\\nI want one more fire at him and will hit him in a vital\\npart; I believe he has^tried to kill me; I have not tried to\\nhit him.\\nAfter reflection, he said: Do as you think proper\\nabout it, but do not by anything compromise my honor.\\nThe good offices of Drs. Dibrell and Burton in the\\ninterest of peace and humanity were so eifective that the\\nmatter ended honorably to both parties.\\nAs soon as he was admitted to the bar, he made a\\nreputation as a lawyer; practiced with eclat in the courts\\nof the state, and in the district and circuit courts of the\\nUnited States at Little Rock; then entered upon a wider\\nfield, and was admitted to the bar of the Supreme Court of\\nthe United States in 1849, where later a high eulogy was\\npassed upon him by Daniel Webster, one of his auditors.\\nAbraham Lincoln and Hannibal Hamlin were admitted to\\nthe bar of that court at the same time that Albert Pike\\nwas. He practiced before that court with much distinc-\\ntion until the beginning of the war between the states,\\nand won manj^ cases, including some for the Creek In-\\ndians, some for the Choctaws, and a few for the Cherokees.\\nIn 1847, Albert Pike threw out the first suggestion\\nof a Pacific railroad, which should be the Southern Paci-\\nfic. He says in his autobiography: Permit me to add,\\nwhat was long ago forgotten, that I was the first proposer\\nof a Pacific railroad convention. At my suggestion the\\nlegislature of Arkansas invited the southern states to send\\ndelegates to Memphis to form such a convention, and it\\nwas held accordingly. I could not attend it, and William\\nM. McPherson, of Chicot County (afterwards of St. Louis)", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009417\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwas sent as a delegate, I and others paj ing his expenses.\\nThe next year another was held there, which I attended,\\nand then followed others at Charleston, New Orleans and\\nSavannah, at which I was present, representing Louisiana\\nat Savannah, where I opposed a resolution offered in favor\\nof a renewal of the slave trade, and afterward declined to\\nattend the one at Knoxville, because that subject had been\\nagitated, and the resolution was likely to be offered again.\\nAfter that at Charleston, I went to Baton Rouge; was in-\\nvited to address the legislature, and did so, and obtained\\nthe passage of a charter for a Pacific railroad, with ter-\\nmini on the Pacific at San Francisco and Guaymas.\\nHe says further in his autobiography: In 1851 or\\n1852 I determined to exchange the practice in Arkansas\\nfor that in Louisiana, and proceeded to purchase the Pan-\\ndects and the civil law books, Latin and French, and to\\nstudy them; my first necessity being to learn both lan-\\nguages over again, for in twenty years disuse I had\\nbecome unable to read either. I was then in partnership\\nwith Ebenezer Cummins, and this partnership ceased in\\n1853, when I transferred my office to New Orleans and\\nformed a partnership with Logan Hunton. It was\\nrequired then that an applicant for admission to the bar of\\nthe supreme court should be first examined by a commit-\\ntee, and then in open court. In the former, the examina-\\ntion in regard to the civil law consisted of the one ques-\\ntion, put by the venerable old French jurist (I cannot\\nrecollect his name who was the representative of that law\\non the committee: What works have you read on the\\nRoman lawf I answered: I have read the Pandects and\\nmade a translation into English in writing of the first\\nbook. He was perfectly satisfied with this, and it was", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009418\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ntrue. I had also read the twenty -two volumes of Duran-\\nton, several volumes of Pothier, the five volumes of Mar-\\ncade (the highest authority of all higher thau all the\\ncourts of France, aud, out of sight, the most admirable of\\nall writers on the law), and other works.\\nI may add here that I never lost my fondness for\\nthe Roman law; and that after I came to Washington in\\n1868, to reside, I commenced, and with the labor of some\\nyears completed a work concerning all the maxims of the\\nRoman and French law, with the comments upon them of\\nthe French courts and text -writers, and of the Pandects.\\nIt would make three volumes of goodly size; but it re-\\nmains, with other unpublished works of mine, in the\\nlibrary of the supreme council.\\nThe examination in open court was waived, Mr. Chief\\nJustice Slidell saying: The court is well advised in\\nregard to the legal examination of Mr. Pike, and knows it\\nto be unnecessary to examine him, and so I was sworn\\nand admitted. I have had but three compliments paid me\\nthat I valued more. One was in 1844, when going to the\\nPavilion at Louisville to listen to Whig speeches that were\\nto be made there, not thinking of being known by any\\none, Ben. P. Gaines, of Chicot, began calling for me, and\\nI had to speak, and the ladies sent me scarfs and a ring.\\nOne at Charleston (in 1835) at the Commercial Conven-\\ntion, when I carried, against strong opponents, the reso-\\nlutions that I offered in regard to a Pacific railroad. And\\nthe third was in Washington, about 1856, when\\nMajor John F. Lee, Judge Advocate -General (whom some\\nin Little Rock may recollect as in 1840, and before and\\nafter, in charge of the Arsenal there), introduced me to\\nGeneral Scott, who said: Captain Pike Oh, we don t", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009419\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nconsider him as being any better than one of ourselves.\\nI was engaged in the practice in New Orleans three\\nseasons; bnt then abandoned it, because Indian claims,\\nwhich I was prosecuting, compelled me to be in Washing-\\nton the whole of the winters of 1855 and 1856, and pre-\\nvented my attending the courts in New Orleans during\\nthe larger part of each season. I therefore resumed my\\npractice in Arkansas in 1857.\\nHe became an Odd Fellow some time in the forties. In\\n1850, he entered the Masonic Fraternity; after that, grad-\\nually ceased to be active as an Odd Fellow. He soon\\nbecame prominent in Masonry, and rapidly advanced to\\nthe highest honors. His Masonic record is as follows:\\nHe was initiated in Western Star Lodge, at Little\\nRock, Arkansas, in 1850.\\nHe was raised to the degree of Worshipful Master\\nin Western Star Lodge No. 1, Little Rock, Arkansas, in\\nJuly, 1850.\\nHe became a charter member of Magnolia Lodge No.\\n60, Little Rock, Arkansas, at its formation; was Worship-\\nful Master in 1853; held membership in that lodge at the\\ntime of his death, having been made Worshipful Master\\nad vitam.\\nHe was exalted in Union Chapter No. 2, R. A. M.,\\nin Little Rock, Arkansas, in November, 1850.\\nHe was greeted as a Royal and Select Master, at\\nWashington, D. C, December 22, 1852.\\nHe was created a Knight Templar, February 9,\\n1853, in Washington Commandery No. 1, K. T., in\\nWashington, D. C.\\nHe was elected Grand High Priest of the Grand\\nChapter of Arkansas, in 1853, and so continued until", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009420\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n1856, in which year he met Brother Theodore S. Parvin,\\nof Iowa, in Hartford, Connecticut.\\nHe received the degrees of the Ancient and Accepted\\nScottish Rite from the 4th to the 32d, inclusive, March\\n20, 1853. Was coroneted Honorary Inspector -Gen-\\neral, April 25, 1857, and was crowned an Active Mem-\\nber of the Supreme Council, Southern Jurisdiction, March\\n20, 1858, at Charleston, South Carolina; and on the resig-\\nnation of Brother John Henry Honour as Grand Com-\\nmander, was elected M. P. Sovereign Grand Commander\\nof the Supreme Council for the Southern Jurisdiction of\\nthe United States, January 2, 1859.\\nI will state here what he told me himself, that Sover-\\neign Grand Commander Honour, his predecessor, resigned\\nthat office expressly that he might be elected Sovereign\\nGrand Commander: an action most honorable indeed in\\nMr. Honour, and a just matter of pride to the subject of\\nthis sketch.\\nUpon the instituting of the Provincial Grand Lodge\\nfor the United States of America of the Royal Order of\\nScotland, Sir and General Albert Pike was named in the\\nwarrant from Edinburgh, Scotland, bearing date October\\n4, 1877, as the Provincial Grand Master ad vitam.\\nHe was an honorary member of the Supreme Coun-\\ncils of the Northern Jurisdiction of the United States,\\nEngland and Wales, Scotland, Ireland, France, Belgium,\\nItaly, Greece, Hungary, Mexico, Brazil, Egypt, Tunis,\\nPeru, Canada, Colon, Nueva Granada, and Honorary\\nGrand Master and Grand Commander of the Supreme\\nCouncils of Brazil, Tunis and Egypt.\\nIn 1859, the Statutes and Regulations, Institutes,\\nLaws, and Grand Constitutions of the Ancient and Ac-\\ncepted Scottish Rite; Compiled with Notes, from Authentic", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009421\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDocuments, for the Use of the Order (French and Eng-\\nlish), by Albert Pike, 33\u00c2\u00b0, M. P. Sovereign Grand Com-\\nmander of the Supreme Council for the Southern Jurisdic-\\ntion of the United States, were published.\\nThrough a mistake, he was reported as dead in De-\\ncember, 1859, which caused much distress to his family\\nand friends. He had the opportunity, not often enjoyed\\nby any one, of reading the eulogies and laments written\\nupon his supposed death. In January, 1859, the deeply\\nlamented appeared in Washington in life and health, to\\nthe great delight of his friends, who celebrated his return\\nfrom Hades by a social festival entitled, The Life -Wake\\nof the Fine Arkansas Gentleman Who Died Before His\\nTime. This was duly recorded in an exquisite volume\\nprinted in August, 1859.\\nIn that same year he succeeded in obtaining the\\naward of the Senate of the United States in what is\\nknown as the Choctaw Net Proceeds Claim, for which he\\nwas to have been paid a very large fee; but, with the\\nexception of a small portion received in March, 1861, he\\nnever to the day of his death derived any benefit from it.\\nIn 1861, when Arkansas severed her connection with\\nthe Union, he cast in his lot with her and with the Con-\\nfederacy, and was foremost in that cause; was made a\\nBrigadier General and placed in command of the Indian\\nTerritory. Against his earnest protests, the Indian regi-\\nments were ordered from the Indian Territory into Arkan-\\nsas, and took part in some skirmishes and one battle\\nunder his command. This battle was fought contrary to\\nhis judgment and against his advice, and terminated dis-\\nastrously for the Confederates; this was the battle called\\nby them Elk Horn.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009422\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEarly in the Civil War, as Confederate Commis-\\nsioner to the Indians, he made treaties of amity and alli-\\nance, not onlj^ with the civilized tribes, but with the Co-\\nmanches. Apaches, Kiowas, Kickapoos, and another wild\\ntribe. These treaties were the first that had ever been\\nmade with those wild tribes.\\nTired of being commanded by men of inferior intel-\\nlect and of being treated with injustice, he resigned from\\nthe Confederate Army. He was then for a time on the\\nbench of the Supreme Court of Arkansas, and it is said\\nby John Hallum, in his History of Arkansas, that,\\nThe few opinions he delivered are luminous expositions\\nof law.\\nImmediately after the close of the Civil War he went\\nto Canada for a short time, then returned to this country\\nand settled in Memphis, Tennessee, for about two years.\\nHe practiced law there and was editor-in-chief of the\\nMemphis Appeal at the same time; was also president of\\nthe bar association. In 1868, he removed to Washington\\nCity, where he remained until his death, except for a short\\nperiod of time, when he lived in Alexandria, Virginia.\\nDuring the years 1868, 1869 and 1870, he was associate\\neditor of the Patriot, a Democratic newspaper published in\\nWashington City; and some of his best editorials were\\ncontained in that paper.\\nOf his children, two or three died infants; one son, a\\nbeautiful boy, was drowned in the Arkansas River in 1858;\\nanother son, a young man of the greatest promise, was\\nkilled during the Civil War; and his eldest daughter,\\nlovely in person and in disposition, died in 1869. This\\nleft but three children, two sons and a daughter, who all\\nlived with him until 1876, when the sons (one of whom", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009423\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwas married) made a home for themselves, aud only the\\ndaughter, Liliau, remained with her father, and was with\\nhim almost constantly until his death.\\nThis occurred on the 2d day of April, 1891, at 8\\no clock in the evening. He had suffered greatly for many\\nmonths, and was reduced almost to a shadow; but his\\nmind remained clear, and he was occupied with thoughts\\nof those he loved up to the very last day of his life. His\\ndeath was perfectly peaceful: the sufferings which had so\\ndistressed his children and friends had ceased; and from\\nmoment to moment the change was so slight, the extinc-\\ntion of the vital flame so gradual, that it was scarcely per-\\nceptible when the last breath was drawn and his great\\nspirit returned to God.\\nHe had relinquished the active practice of the law\\nabout 1879, and after that appeared in the courts only by\\nhis briefs and pleadings in writing. He had been a fine\\nGreek and Latin scholar, and had taught himself many\\nlanguages and a great number of dialects; among them\\nwere Sanskrit, Hebrew, old Samaritan, Chaldean and Per-\\nsian. From these he was led on to a study of the Parsee\\nand Hindoo beliefs and traditions, and of the Rig -Veda\\nand the Zend-Avesta, and finally became absorbed in these\\nand in Masonry, to the exclusion of nearly everything else.\\nHe left fifteen large manuscript volumes of translations\\nand commentaries of these great Aryan writings.\\nHe was the most eminent Mason in the world, not\\nsolel} by virtue of his position in the order, but by his\\nscholarlj^ attainments, his admirable treatises on Masonic\\nLaw and Symbolism, his profound knowledge of state-\\ncraft, theology and ethnology, his broad and comprehen-\\nsive grasp of every subject, aud the even balance of his", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009424\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\njudgment. These great qualities enabled him to build up\\nthe Scottish Rite, and to make the Supreme Council for\\nthe Southern Jurisdiction the most influential body of the\\nRite, and himself to be constituted the arbiter and judge\\nin all questions that concerned the Supreme Councils of\\nthe world.\\nHallum calls him the Homer of America; the Zoro-\\naster of modern Asia, a profound philosopher, a great\\njurist, a great philologist, a profound ethnologist, and a\\ngreat statesman; and without doubt or rival, the greatest\\nof American poets.\\nIn the appropriate words of Colonel P. Donan, de-\\nlivered at Fargo, Dakota, April 9, 1891, before the Lodge\\nof Sorrow, held by the members of the Scottish Rite in\\nthat city, in memory of the deceased Grand Commander:\\nAlbert Pike was a king among men by the divine\\nright of merit. A giant in body, in brain, in heart and\\nin soul. So majestic in appearance that wherever he\\nmoved on highway or byway, the wide world over, every\\npasser-by turned to gaze upon him and admire him. Six\\nfeet two inches tall, with the proportions of a Hercules\\nand the grace of an Apollo. A face and head massive\\nand leonine, recalling in every feature some sculptor s\\ndream of a Grecian god; while his long wavy hair, flow-\\ning down over his shoulders, added a strikingly pictur-\\nesque effect. The whole expression of his countenance\\ntelling of power, combined with gentleness, refinement\\nand benevolence.\\nHe was the author of more than twenty volumes of\\nMasonic literature, besides the volumes of prose and poetry\\nthat gave him general fame. His legal practice brought\\nhim several fortunes, one fee some years ago amounting", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009425\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nto $100,000. But his ear and heart and purse were ever\\nopen to the appeal of the needy or distressed, and his\\nbenefactions were beyond all enumeration. His bounty\\nwas reckless in its lavishness. In all the rush of his busy\\nand eventful career he found time to counsel and assist\\nevery worthy man or woman who came to him. He was\\npeculiarly kind and considerate toward young people.\\nGlorious record of a glorious man! Great enough\\nto succeed in nearly every line of human effort and ambi-\\ntion. A patient and faithful teacher, a brilliant editor, a\\nlawyer of eminent ability and skill, an eloquent and im-\\npassioned orator, a gallant soldier, a profound scholar, a\\npoet whose verses tingle with the true Promethean fire\\nthat comes from heaven alone, a prolific author, a wise\\ncounselor, a patriot, and a philanthropist whose charity\\nwas broad enough to take in all mankind. God never\\nmade a gentler gentleman, a better citizen, or a truer man!\\nHe was in himself the highest and grandest embodiment\\nof the virtues and graces of Free Masonry, a living ex-\\nemplification of the exalted and exalting principles of your\\ngreat world -embracing brotherhood. He ran the whole\\ngamut of earthly usefulness and earthly honors. He\\nclimbed Fame s glittering ladder to its loftiest height, and\\nstepped from its topmost round into the skies. He died,\\nwith a sweet and placid smile upon his face, amid his\\nbooks and pictures, his birds and flowers, with a full faith\\nin a glorious immortality. The world is his mausoleum,\\nand all mankind his mourners.\\nHis death is a loss and a grief to Masons, and to\\nmen not Masons, in every part of our country, and\\nthroughout Christendom. But to such a man himself, a\\nChristian man, exemplifying Christianity in deeds of\\n3-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009426\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nfaith, hope, and charity, through nearlj^ three genera-\\ntions of men, faithful in the discharge of every duty to\\nhis family, his neighbors, his country, his God and hu-\\nmanity, what we call Death is not death, but the glad\\nbeginning of Life.\\nHe wrote but little poetry during the last twenty\\nyears of his life; the griefs, the disappointments, the cark-\\ning cares and burdens under which he labored, seemed, like\\nrank weeds, to choke out the fine flowers of poesy. It\\nwas during this period, however, that he wrote his best\\nknown, and undoubtedly his most popular, poem, Every\\nYear; of this, he wrote two versions, and destroyed as\\nfar as he could all copies of the first version as soon as he\\nhad written the last and best one.\\nHis prose writings are by some more admired than\\nhis poetical works; they evince such depth of thought,\\nsuch grandeur of imagery, such force and harmony of ex-\\npression. Judge Jeremiah Black, a most admirable writer\\nof English himself, said that Albert Pike is one of the\\ngreatest masters of the English language. To those who\\nhave not read his prose writings, they would be a revela-\\ntion; they remind one of the writings of Bourdaloue, of\\nMassillon, and of some of the old Latin writers; he writes\\nas no one else writes, and yet he says the very things\\nevery one feels ought to be said and in the way thej^ ought\\nto be said.\\nAmong his prose writings are the Rituals of the Ma-\\nsonic Degrees from the 4th to the 33d, inclusive, which\\nwere rewritten entirely, or almost entirely, by him;\\nWords Spoken of the Dead; his Allocutions as Grand\\nCommander; his Allocutions as Provincial Grand Master\\nof the Royal Order of Scotland; the Rituals of Consecra-", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009427\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ntion, of Installation, of Lodges of Sorrow, and of other\\nMasonic ceremonials; innumerable addresses and lectures\\non Symbolism and kindred Masonic subjects; Morals and\\nDogma, written specially, but not exclusively, for Ma-\\nsons; his editorials in the various papers with which he\\nhad been connected; and a few political writings, which\\nare marvelous in their foresight, their knowledge of hu-\\nmanity and the mainsprings of human conduct, their\\nstatesmanship, patriotism, grandeur of scope, and breadth\\nof view. Besides these, he wrote many essays, transla-\\ntions and compilations which have never been printed.\\nSome of his prose writings are as truly poems as if\\nthey had been divided into lines and stanzas, and scanned\\naccording to rule and measure; witness the following:\\nDeath is the inexorable creditor, whose indulgence\\nnothing in the world can purchase. Every moment that\\nsees a newborn child laugh at the light sees also a man\\ndie, and hears the cry of a breaking heart, and the lamen-\\ntations of those who sit lonely and in the desolation of\\naffliction, no longer seeing the faces of dearly loved ones.\\nRound the little island of our being, on which we follow\\nour various pursuits of toil or craft, of usefulness or mis-\\nchief, throbs the illimitable ocean of eternity, upon which,\\nround the isle, a broad circle of impenetrable darkness\\nbrooding lies. But beyond that zone the outer ocean\\nsparkles, and its white -crested waves dance in the light,\\nand somewhere in the distance the islands of the blessed\\nare dreaming, girdled by the peaceful waters. Here, in\\nour present home, we live our little life, waiting to be\\ncalled to other duties elsewhere, and one by one our loved\\nones and our cherished friends glide away from us unseen,\\nand are swallowed up in the darkness which is the shadow", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009428\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nof the broad wings of Death. Each of iis belongs to some\\nlittle colony of hearts that hath a life of its own, its pri-\\nvate and inner life, apart from that of the mass of human-\\nity which eddies round it in endless agitations, having\\nwith it no sympathies, nor any memories of association.\\nWhen one of its members dies, it is as if a limb were\\nsevered from the body. The wound heals, but the limb\\nis missed as long as the body lives.\\nStand by the sapling for a lifetime, if you will, and\\nwatch it with a steady eye from morn till dewy eve, and\\nyou do not see it grow, or hear the unseen forces that are\\nat work within it; and yet the air is feeding it, and the\\ngreat earth and the liberal sun; and quietly it doth grow,\\nwith a calm indifference to praise or censure, and an utter\\ndisregard of public opinion, doing what God hath ap-\\npointed for it. No, you do not see it grow, stand and\\nwatch as long as you may; but go you away, and remain\\na few short years, and lo! a noble tree, towering, a\\ncrowned monarch, above the patricians of the forest,\\nstretching his large arms out with wide circumference, and\\ncovering acres with the thick shadow of his green foliage\\na tree fit to furnish timbers for a ship to bear our coun-\\ntry s free flag proudly round the world, and speak the Great\\nRepublic s will in the thunder of her guns. 1849.\\nIn short, I rather incline to think that Providence\\nhas something to do with the fates and fortune of this\\ngreat nation, and that its orderings in this matter, as in\\nall others, are wise and good.\\nTo my limited vision, as to yours, the system may\\nappear unjust, as do all the sorrow and distress and\\ncalamity on earth. But we must become Atheists if we\\ndo not believe that He is just and wise, and that in all", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009429\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe great phenomena of the universe He is working out a\\nvast and beneficent purpose. The history of the world is\\nfull of evidences of this great truth.\\nThe children of Israel were slaves in Egypt for more\\nthan four hundred years. No doubt they often murmured\\nagainst the justice of God, and thought that the day of\\ntheir deliverance was unnecessarily delayed. God saw fit\\nnot to break their chains until Moses had been adopted by\\nthe daughter of Pharaoh, and educated in all the learning\\nof the Egyptians; nor even then, until, after remaining\\nforty years in the desert, he had attained the age of eighty\\nyears. Then he led forth the Israelites, and gave them\\nlaws and a religion. And of that race, so delivered, came\\nthe Redeemer, and that faith which, preached by Him in\\nGalilee, has civilized Europe and America, built up our\\nfree institutions, and given to human nature new dig-\\nnity, and to the human intellect new powers. 1852.\\nLet these words of his speak more eloquently than\\nany feeble tribute of mine; and may they sink into the\\nhearts of all those who read what has here been written\\nLilian Pike Roome.\\nWashington, D. C, November 15, 1899.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Albert Pike s Poems\\nEVERY YEAR.\\nLife is a count of losses,\\nEvery year;\\nFor the weak are heavier crosses,\\nEvery year;\\nLost Springs with sobs replying\\nUnto weary Autumn s sighing,\\nWhile those we love are dying,\\nEvery year.\\nIt is growing darker, colder,\\nEvery year;\\nAs the heart and soul grow older.\\nEvery year;\\nI care not now for dancing.\\nOr for eyes with passion glancing,\\nLove is less and less entrancing.\\nEvery year.\\nThe days have less of gladness.\\nEvery year;\\nThe nights more weight of sadness,\\nEvery year;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009432\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFair Springs no longer charm us,\\nThe winds and weather harm us,\\nThe threats of Death alarm us,\\nEvery year.\\nThere come new cares and sorrows,\\nEvery year;\\nDark days and darker morrows,\\nEvery year;\\nThe ghosts of dead loves haunt us.\\nThe ghosts of changed friends taunt us,\\nAnd disappointments daunt us.\\nEvery year.\\nOf the loves and sorrows blended,\\nEvery year;\\nOf the charms of friendship ended,\\nEvery year;\\nOf the ties that still might bind me.\\nUntil Time to Death resigned me.\\nMy infirmities remind me.\\nEvery year.\\nAh! how sad to look before us.\\nEvery year;\\nWhile the cloud grows darker o er us,\\nEvery year;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009433\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen we see the blossoms faded,\\nThat to bloom we might have aided,\\nAnd immortal garlands braided,\\nEvery year.\\nTo the Past go more dead faces,\\nEvery year;\\nAs the loved leave vacant places.\\nEvery year;\\nEverywhere the sad eyes meet us.\\nIn the evening s dusk they greet us,\\nAnd to come to them entreat us,\\nEvery year.\\nYou are growing old, they tell us,\\nEvery year\\nYou are more alone, they tell us,\\nEvery year;\\nYou can win no new affection,\\nYou have only recollection,\\nDeeper sorrow and dejection,\\nEvery year.\\nThe shores of life are shifting,\\nEvery year;\\nAnd we are seaward drifting,\\nEvery year;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009434\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOld places, changing, fret us.\\nThe living more forget us,\\nThere are fewer to regret us.\\nEvery year.\\nBut the truer life draws nigher.\\nEvery year;\\nAnd its Morning star climbs higher,\\nEvery year;\\nEarth s hold on us grows slighter.\\nAnd the heavy burden lighter,\\nAnd the Dawn Immortal brighter.\\nEvery year.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Hymns to the Gods.\\nNo. 1.\\nTO HERA.\\nI.\\nMother of Gods! devoutly we incline\\nOur willing knees before thy holy shrine,\\nWhere Imbrasus runs seaward, strong and swift,\\nThrough the green plains of Samos. Lo! we lift\\nGladly to thee our many-voiced strain,\\nSung never to thy Majesty in vain.\\nThe day wears on; the expanding sun stoops low;\\nWhile, in the east, thy Messenger s bent bow\\nGladdens the eyes of eager worshippers.\\nA soft, sweet wind thy garlands lightly stirs,\\nWhere thy loved flowers, dear Queen of Heaven, Divine!\\nWhite lillies with the dittany entwine.\\nAnd the gay poppy. Wilt thou deign to hear\\nOur solemn chant loud, earnest, and sincere\\nAnd grant our prayer! Come from Olympus down,\\nIn regal glory, with thy starry crown,\\nAnd sceptre flashing with great gems, whereon\\nThy cuckoo broods! Let not the reluctant sun\\nDip in the sea, before our glad eyes greet\\nThe distant glitter of thy snowy feet.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009436\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSandaled with ivory,\\nThat shame the fairest of our green isle s daughters,\\nAnd flash upon the undulating sea.\\nLike rays of star-light on a blue meer s slumbering\\nwaters\\nII.\\nPower, Empire, Virtue, these are thy gift;\\nInspired by thee, low men their eyes uplift.\\nAs hawks to the sun, and aim at high estate,\\nAnd reach it; while the mighty and the great.\\nToppling like towers, fall headlong. By thee urged,\\nMen in the sloughs of wretchedness immerged\\nArm them anew with courage resolute.\\nBear pain and evil with endurance mute.\\nAnd grow divine in virtuous fortitude.\\nWoman, by thee with constancy endued.\\nIn ill report and evil fortune clings\\nMore closely to her husband s side, and brings\\nHer lovely patience ever to his aid\\nIn the world s fierce trials. Power and Empire fade\\nAnd are dissolved like a thin April cloud;\\nBut Virtue is immortal. Men have bowed\\nA thousand years before thy lofty shrines,\\nClamoring for Power; but rarely one inclines,\\nIn prayer for Virtue, Truth and Constancy,\\nBefore thine altars the obsequious knee.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009437\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWe, prostrate at thy feet,\\nOf these\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the only true and priceless treasure-\\nDo humbly and beseechingly entreat\\nThy Majesty benign to grant us ample measure.\\nIII.\\nWhere tarriest thou, Cithseronaea, now?\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPerhaps, upon some mountain s regal brow\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCyllene or Oromedon reclined,\\nNo cares of state disturbing thy great mind.\\nThou gazest on our lovely Grecian isles.\\nAlong whose shores the tranquil ocean smiles\\nSerene as thou: around thee hoary firs\\nSwing their tall heads, and many an old beech stirs.\\nAnd, dreaming, murmurs, and the grave oaks spread\\nTheir leafy limbs; and, watching overhead,\\nThy kingly hawk, scarce moving his wide wings.\\nRocked by the mountain -breezes, idly swings:\\nPerhaps in some secluded, shady nook,\\nOn the green margin of a happy brook,\\nLulled by its music into tranquil sleep.\\nWhile thy young Nymphs demurely round thee keep\\nTheir patient vigil. In whatever spot\\nOf rarest beauty,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 cave, lawn, dell, or grot.\\nCool glade, deep vale, or silver -sanded shore,\\nOr river-bank shaded with sycamore,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009438\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHearken, oh, lovely Queen!\\nTo the loud echo of our plaintive voices:\\nApproach us while the laughing Earth is green,\\nAnd the young Spring in buds and golden flowers rejoices.\\nIV.\\nOh, Queen! beloved of all the laughing Hours,\\nLet snowy -shouldered Hebe, crowned with flowers,\\nBefore the rising of the evening-star.\\nHarness the peacocks to thy jewelled car:\\nLeave, for a time, the mighty Thunderer s side.\\nAnd thy swift birds let dextrous Iris guide\\nTo our fair shore. Stay not thy flashing wheels\\nOn the dark Euxine, ploughed with many keels,\\nOr where the vexed Propontis hoarsely swells;\\nIn Cos, or Naxos, or the Arcadian dells;\\nCome, Heaven s wonder! come to our island, first;\\nWhere thou wast born, and by the Seasons nursed!\\nBy those sweet hours when all thy virgin charms\\nWere first encircled by Jove s mighty arms,\\nWhen thy large eyes, magnificently bright.\\nLooked into his with soft and loving light.\\nAnd, on his breast hiding thy blushing face,\\nThou hadst no peer in loveliness and grace,\\nBy those sweet hours, come! while the sun yet slides\\nDown the sky s slant, and bless these innocent brides.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009439\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWho watch the western sky,\\nTheir breasts with fear and rapture palpitating:\\nCome! thou, who must their virgin zones untie.\\nLest they, despairing, weep, and faint with longer waiting.\\n1845.\\nNo. 2.\\nTO POSEIDON.\\nI.\\nGod of the mighty deep! wherever now\\nThe waves beneath thy brazen axles bow;\\nWhether thy strong, proud steeds, wind- winged and wild,\\nTrample the storm -vexed waters round them piled.\\nSwift as the lightning -flashes that reveal\\nThe quick gyrations of each massive wheel,\\nWhile round and under thee, with hideous roar.\\nThe broad Atlantic, with thy scourging sore.\\nThundering like antique Chaos in his spasms.\\nIn heaving mountains and deep -yawning chasms.\\nFluctuates endlessly; while through the gloom.\\nTheir glossy sides and thick manes flecked with foam.\\nCareer thy coursers, neighing with mad glee.\\nIn fierce response to the tumultuous sea:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009440\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhether thej- tread the souuding sands below,\\nAmong wrecked ships, where the green sea- plants grow,\\nBroad-leaved, and sighing with eternal motion\\nOver the pale, cold tenants of the ocean:\\nOh, come! our lofty altars for thee stand,\\nSmoking with incense, on the level strand.\\n11.\\nPerhaps with loose rein now thy horses roam\\nOver the Adriatic. No salt foam\\nStains their fine limbs, but softly, leisurely,\\nThey tread with silver feet that still, calm sea,\\nFanning the waters with their floating manes,\\nThat gleam like mist in sunshine; while shrill strains\\nFrom clamorous trumpets round thy chariot ring,\\nAnd green-robed sea-gods praising thee, their king,\\nChaunt loudly; while Apollo bends his gaze\\nLovingly on thee, and his soft, clear rays\\nTame thy wild coursers eyes. The air feels warm\\nOn the sea s forehead, where the cold, harsh storm\\nSo lately thundered, and the rebel winds\\nThat ^olus in cave and den now binds,\\nBeat their broad wings. Perhaps long leagues below\\nThou sleepest in green caves, where sea -flowers glow\\nBrighter than sapphires: many a monster cumbers\\nThe sand around thee; aged Triton slumbers", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009441\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCare-free and still; and glad, sweet, bright eyes peep\\nFrom many a nook, watching thy dreamless sleep.\\nIII.\\nPerhaps thou art resting on some Indian isle.\\nUnder a broad, thick tree, where, many a mile.\\nStretches a sunny shore, with golden sands,\\nPiled in fantastic shapes by Naiads hands;\\nWhere the small waves come coyly, one by one,\\nAnd curl upon the beach, like molten gold.\\nThick -set with jewellery, rare and old.\\nSea -nymphs sit near, and with small delicate shells\\nMake thee such melody, as in deep dells.\\nOf a May -night, is by the Fairies made,\\nWhen, frolicking within some sober shade.\\nThey sound their silver flutes, soft, faint, and sweet,\\nIn strange but exquisite tunes and delicate feet\\nDance softly on the grass -blades gemmed with dew,\\nThat bend, not break: all wanton airs that blew\\nSo lately through the spice -trees, hover there,\\nWith overladen wings that loan to the air\\nWealth of perfume. Oh! wait thou not arise.\\nAnd come with them to our new sacrifice?\\n1829.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009442\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNo. 3.\\nTO DEMETER.\\nGoddess of bounty! at whose spring-time call,\\nWhen on the dewey earth thy first tones fall,\\nAnd echo in its heart, each young green blade\\nSprings, wondering, into life; the dull, gray glade\\nIs liveried with new grass, from each chill hole.\\nWhere they had nestled, dumb, and dull of soul,\\nThe glad birds come, and sing for joy to thee.\\nAmong the thronging leaves; and fast and free\\nThe rivers run, crushing their icy chains.\\nBroken by thee and by thine April rains,\\nThrough green glad valleys: Thou who chiefly art\\nThe Goddess of all beauty, thou whose heart\\nIs ever in the sunny meads and fields,\\nTo whom the laughing earth looks up, and yields\\nHer choicest treasures: Thou, that in thy car.\\nDrawn by winged dragons, when the morning star\\nSheds his cool light, dost touch the budding trees.\\nAnd all their blossoms woo the trembling breeze;\\nOh! pour thy light\\nOf truth and joy upon our souls to-night.\\nAnd grant to us great plenty and sweet ease!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009443\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nII.\\nBenignant Goddess of the rustling corn!\\nThou to whom reapers sing, and on the lawn\\nBind up gigantic sheaves of full -eared wheat;\\nWhile innocent maids, with little, dancing feet,\\nBring thee ga.y poppies, weave for thee a crown\\nOf modest flowers, and gracefully bend down\\nTo garland thy full baskets; at whose side.\\nAmong the sheaves, young Bacchos loves to ride.\\nWith bright, clear, sparkling eyes, and feet and mouth\\nAll wine -stained in the glad and sunny south!\\nPerhaps ye ride among the leafy vines,\\nWhile round th}- neck one rosy arm he twines,\\nAnd with the other hand still gathers up\\nAnd presses the plump grapes, and holds the cup\\nTo thy loved lips, then throws aside the wine.\\nAnd crowns thee with the green leaves of the vine,\\nKisses thy brow, thy mouth, thine eyes most bright\\nWith love and joy. If those dear eyes now light\\nSome favored hill\\nOf vine -clad Thrace, oh! come, while all is still.\\nAnd with them bless the coming of this night!\\nIII.\\nLo! the small stars rise from the silver ocean,\\nAnd wander up the sky. A sweet emotion\\nStirs the white bosoms of the thin, soft clouds;\\nAnd the light mist, that the gray hills enshrouds.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009444\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGleams like a rain of diamonds in the air.\\nLo! a soft blush of light is rising there,\\nLike silver shining through a tint of red;\\nAnd soon the queenly moon her love will shed\\nLike pearl -mist on the islands and the sea,\\nWhich thou wilt cross to view our mystery.\\nLo! we have torches here for thee, and urns.\\nWhere incense with delicious odor burns.\\nOn altars piled with glowing fruit, as sweet\\nAnd ripe as thy sweet lips; with yellow wheat,\\nFlowers gathered while the Dawn lay half- asleep,\\nAnd Indian spices: patiently we keep\\nOur earnest watch for thee, bending before\\nThy waiting altars, till to our fair shore\\nThy chariot -wheels\\nShall roll, while Ocean to the burden reels.\\nAnd utters to the skv a stifled roar.\\n1830.\\nNo. 4.\\nTO DIONUSOS./.\\nWhere art thou, Dionusos! On the hills\\nOf some fair land afar, where sweet wine fills\\nThe clustered grapes, dost stain thy ripe lips red\\nWith rich old juice, that men long ages dead", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009445\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThy votaries pressed and bid? Dost thou hold up\\nTwixt thee and the suu thy jewel -cinctured cup,\\nWith luminous rubies brimmed? Or doth thy car,\\nLit by the blaze of the far northern star.\\nRoll over Thracia s hills, while all around\\nShout thy mad bacchanals, and rings the sound\\nOf merry revelry, and distant men\\nStart at thy clamor? Or in some cool glen\\nReclinest thou, under dark ivy leaves,\\nIdling the day off, while each mad Faun weaves\\nGay garlands for thee, sipping a great bowl\\nOf stout, strong wine; and the dismaying roll\\nOf thy all -conquering wheels no more is heard.\\nBut thy strong tigers, with no fierce dream stirred,\\nCrouch at thy feet?\\nlacchos! come to meet\\nThy worshippers, that here with merry word\\nOf olden song thy godhead long to greet.\\nII.\\nOh, thou who lovest pleasure! at whose heart\\nWine s warmth is always felt; who takest part\\nIn all mad, wanton mirth; who in the dance\\nOf merry maidens joinest, where the glance\\nOf bright black eyes, and twinkling of white feet,\\nOf lovely girls delight thee, when they meet", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009446\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUnder the summer moon! Giver of peace\\nTo all careworn, sad men! whose smiles make cease\\nThe piercing pains of grief; for whom young maids\\nWeave ivy garlands, and in pleasant glades\\nHang up thine image, and, with happy looks.\\nGo dancing round, while shepherds, with long crooks,\\nJoin the glad company, and glide about\\nWith merry laugh and many a hearty shout.\\nStaining with rich dark grapes each little cheek\\nThat most they love; and then, with sudden freak,\\nSeizing the willing hand, and dancing on\\nAbout the green mound: Oh, thou merry son\\nOf supreme JOVE!\\nWherever thou dost rove.\\nAmong the thick vines, come, ere day is done,\\nAnd let us too thy sunny influence prove.\\nIII.\\nWhere art thou, CONQUEROR!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 before whom fell\\nThe jewelled kings of Ind, when the strong swell\\nOf thy great multitudes came on them, and\\nThe mystic thursos in thy red right hand\\nWas shaken over them, till every soul\\nGrew faint, as smit with lightning; when the roll\\nOf thy great chariot -wheels was on the neck\\nOf mighty potentates; till thou didst check", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009447\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThy tigers and wild lyuxes on the shore\\nOf the Indian sea, and still its angry roar\\nWith sparkling and delicious Grecian wine\\nPoured on its waters, till the contented brine\\nGave forth new odors, and a pleasant scent\\nOf rare perfume; and haggard men, all spent\\nWith long, sharp sickness, drank in life anew.\\nWhen the rich sea-breeze through their lattice blew\\nBacchos! who tramplest Care with thy soft feet,\\nOh, hither turn thy tigers, strong and fleet,\\nAnd light our happy isles\\nWith the radiance of thy smiles!\\nCome, with thy hair dewy with wine, and meet\\nThose who, for thee, have trod the weary miles.\\nIV.\\nCome to our ceremony! Lo, we rear\\nAn altar of green turf, the sea-beach near.\\nAnd garland it with vine -shoots, and the leaf\\nOf glossy ivy. Come! and chase all grief\\nFar from us! Lo! upon the turf we pour\\nFull cups of wine, till all along the shore\\nEddies the luscious odor. See! a mist\\nIs rising from the wine-stained turf (Ah, hist!\\nAlas! twas not his cry!) Come with thy train\\nOf riotous Satyrs, pouring forth a strain", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009448\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf utmost shrillness on the noisy pipe.\\nCome, with thine eye and lip of beauty ripe\\nAnd wondrous rare, and let us hear thy wheels\\nRolling along the hills, while twilight steals\\nQuietly up, and dusky sober Night\\nIs hindered from her star -track by the light\\nOf thy wild tigers eyes! Cross the calm sea\\nWith all thy mad and merry company!\\nThe stars shall wax and wane.\\nAnd ere day comes again.\\nWe ll wander over hill and vale with thee,\\nSending afar a loudly joyous strain.\\nNo. 5.\\nTO APHRODITE.\\nOh, thou most lovely and most beautiful!\\nWherever cooingly thy white doves lull\\nThy bright eyes to soft slumber; whether on\\nThe truant south -wind floating, or if gone\\nTo some still cloud in dreamy sleep that swings.\\nAnd there reclining, while its snowy wings\\nBlush into crimson: whether thy delicate wheels.\\nOver green sward that scarce the pressure feels,\\n1829.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009449\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBrush the bright dewdrops from the bending grass,\\nLeaving the poor, green blades to look, alas!\\nWith dim eyes at the moon, (Ah! so dost thou\\nDim other eyes and brighter!) whether now\\nThou floatest over the sea, while each white wing\\nOf thy fair doves is wet, and sea-maids bring\\nSweet odours for thee,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (Ah! how foolish they!\\nThey have not felt thy smart,\\nThey know not, while in ocean -caves they play,\\nHow cruel and strong thou art!)\\nII.\\nHear, Aphrodite! Hear our rustic song!\\nThalassia, hear! for unto thee belong\\nAll pleasant offerings; ring-doves coo to thee.\\nWhile they entwine their arch d necks lovingly.\\nAmong the murmuring leaves; thine are all sounds\\nOf pleasure on the earth; and where abounds\\nMost happiness, for thee we surely look.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIn the dusk depths of some leaf -shaded nook\\nThou hidest frequently, where soft winds wave\\nThy sunny curls, and cool airs fondly lave\\nThy radiant brow, and ruffle the delicate wings\\nOf thy tired doves; where his quaint love -tale sings.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009450\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith small, bright eyes, some little, strange, sweet bird.\\nIn notes that never but by thee are heard.\\nIn some such spot dreaming thou liest now.\\nAnd with half -open eye,\\nDrinkest in beauty. Fairest of heaven, do thou\\nHear kindly our faint cry!\\nm.\\nDoris! from whom all things upon this earth\\nTake light and life; for whom even laughing Mirth\\nDoubles his glee; thou, whom the joyous bird\\nContinually sings; whose name is heard\\nIn every pleasant noise; at whose warm glance\\nAll things look brighter; for whom wine doth dance\\nMore merrily within the agate vase.\\nTo meet thy lip; glimpsing at whose sweet face,\\nJoy leaps on faster, with a clearer laugh,\\nAnd Sorrow flings into the sea his staff.\\nAnd tossing back the hair from his dim eyes.\\nLooks up again to long -forgotten skies;\\nWhile Avarice forgets to count his gold.\\nAnd even offers thee his wealth untold,\\nDear as his heart s blood. Thou to whose high might\\nAll things are glad to bow,\\nCome unto us, and with thy looks of light,\\nBless and console us now!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009451\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIV.\\nHear us, Ourauia! Thou whom all obey!\\nAt whose sweet will rough Satyrs leave their play,\\nAnd gather wild -flowers to adorn the hair\\nOf the young nymphs, and nuts and berries bear\\nTo those they fancy most. Paphia, to whom\\nThey leap in awkward mood through the dusk gloom\\nOf darkening oak-trees, or at sunny noon\\nPlay unto thee, on their rude pipes, a tune\\nOf wondrous languishment Thou whose great power\\nBrings up young sea-maids from each ocean-bower,\\nWith many an idle song to sing to thee.\\nAnd bright locks floating mist -like on the sea.\\nAnd glancing eyes, as if in distant caves\\nThey spied their lovers,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (so along blue waves\\nSmall bubbles flit, mocking the genial sun;)\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLet cares no more oppress\\nThy servitors! but, ere our feast is done,\\nOur new loves kindly bless!\\nV.\\nOh, thou who once didst weep, and with sad tears\\nBedew the pitying woods! by those great fears\\nThat haunted thee when young Adonis lay\\nWith dark eyes drowned in death; by that dull day", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009452\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat saw him, wounded, fall, with many a moan.\\nOn the dead leaves, and sadly and alone\\nBreathe out his life; deign thou to look upon\\nAll maidens who for too great love grow wan\\nAnd pity them! Come to us when Night brings\\nHer first faint stars; and let us hear the wings\\nOf thy most beautiful and bright -eyed doves.\\nFanning the breathless air. Let all the Loves\\nFly round thy chariot, with sweet, low songs\\nMurmuring upon their lips. Come! each maid longs\\nFor thy fair presence. Goddess of true Love!\\nFloat through the odorous air.\\nAnd, as thy light wheels roll, from us remove\\nSadness and love -sick care.\\nVI.\\nLo! we have many kinds of incense here,\\nTo burn to thee; wine as the sunshine clear,\\nFit for young Bacchos; flowers we have here, too.\\nGathered by star-light, when the morning -dew\\nWas fresh upon them; myrtle -wreaths we bear,\\nTo place upon thy bright, luxuriant hair.\\nAnd shade thy temples. Tis the proper time\\nFor all fair beauty. Thou, who lovest the clime\\nOf our dear isle, where roses bud and blow\\nWith honey in their bosoms, and a glow", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009453\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLike thine own cheek, lifting their modest heads,\\nTo be refreshed with the transparent beads\\nOf diamond dew, paling the young moon s rays,-\\nOur altars burn for thee, and on the blaze!\\nWe pour rich incense from great golden vases.\\nQueen Cypria! hear our words,\\nAnd hither urge, circled with all the Graces,\\nThy team of snow -winged birds!\\nNo. 6.\\nTO APOLLON.\\n1829.\\nBright -haired Apollon! Thou that ever art\\nA blessing to the world! whose generous heart\\nAye overflows with love and light and life!\\nThou, at whose glance all things on earth are rife\\nWith happiness! to whom, in early Spring,\\nFlowers lift their heads, whether they laughing cling\\nTo the steep mountain s side, or in the vale\\nTimidly nestle! Thou, to whom the pale\\nChill, weary Earth looks up, when Winter flees,\\nWith patient gaze, and the storm -shattered trees", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009454\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPut forth fresh leaves, and drink deep draughts of light,\\nPoured from thy brilliant orb Thou in whose bright,\\nCoruscant rays, the eagle feeds his eye\\nWith flashing fire, and far, far up on high\\nScreams out his haughty joy! By all the names\\nAnd the high titles that thy Godhead claims,\\nPhoibos, or Clarios, golden -haired Apollo,\\nCunthios, or Puthios, cease for a time to follow\\nThe fleeing Night, and hear\\nOur h3 mn to thee, and smilingly draw near!\\nII.\\nMost exquisite poet! Thou, whose great heart s swell\\nPours itself out on mountain, lawn, and dell!\\nThou who dost touch them with thy golden feet.\\nAnd make them for the Painter s use complete;\\nInspired by whom the Poet s eyes perceive\\nGreat beauty everywhere, in the slow heave\\nOf the unquiet sea, or in the roar\\nOf its resounding waters, on the shore\\nOf pleasant streams, in the dark, jagged rift\\nOf savage mountains, where the black clouds drift.\\nFlushed with swift lightning, on the broad, dark brow\\nOf silent Night, that solemnly and slow\\nWalks up the sky. Oh, thou, whose influence\\nTinges all things with beauty, makes each sense\\nDouble delight, and clothes with a delicate grace\\nAll that is young and fair; while all the base", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "DO\\nFlits far, like darkness! thou that art in truth\\nIncarnate lordliness, hear! while our youth\\nWith earnest yearning cry;\\nAnswer our hymn, and come to us, Most High!\\nIII.\\nIn quaint disguise, with wondrous grace and fire.\\nOften thou makest, on thy golden lyre,\\nExquisite music, on smooth, sunny glades,\\nWhere on the greensward dance the village maids.\\nTheir hair adorned with wild -flowers, or a wreath\\nOf thine own laurel; while, reclined beneath\\nSome ancient oak, thou smilest at these elves.\\nAs though thou wert all human like themselves.\\nSometimes thou playest in the darkening wood.\\nWhile Fauns glide forth, in dance grotesque and rude.\\nFlitting among the trees with awkward leap,\\nLike their god. Pan; and from fir -thickets deep\\nCome up the Satyrs, joining the mad crew.\\nAnd capering for thy pleasure. From each yew.\\nAnd beech, and oak, the wood-nymphs shyly peep.\\nTo see the revelry; and from its sleep\\nThe merry laughter wakes the startled wood,\\nAnd music cheers its dusk, deep solitude.\\nOh, come, and let the sound\\nOf thy sweet lyre eddy our isle around!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009456\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIV.\\nGreat Seer and Prophet! Thou that teachest men\\nThe deepest -hidden lore, and from his den\\nDost pluck the Future, so that he floats by\\nIn visible shape, apparent to the eye,\\nBut robed with visions: thou, in whose high power\\nAre health and sickness: thou who oft dost shower\\nGreat plagues on impious nations, with hot breath\\nWithering their souls, and raining sudden death\\nLike fiery mist among them; or, again.\\nLike the sweet breeze after a summer rain.\\nThat thrills the earth like love, thou sendest out\\nHealth, like a lovely child, that goes about.\\nWith soft, white feet, among the sick and weak,\\nKissing with rosy lip each poor pale cheek.\\nShaking perfume from its white wings, and through\\nThe shrivelled heart stirring the blood, anew\\nTo fill the abandoned veins. Oh, thou, whose name\\nIs hymned by all, let us too dare to claim\\nThy holy presence here!\\nHear us, bright God, and lend a gracious ear!\\nV.\\nHear us! Thou master of the springing bow.\\nWho lovest in the gloom}^ woods to throw\\nThine arrows to the mark, like the keen flight\\nOf those that fill the universe with light.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009457\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFrom the sun s quiver shot! From whom grim bears\\nAnd lordly lions flee, timid as hares,\\nTo hide among safe mountains! Thou, whose cry\\nSounds in the autumn -woods, where whirl and fly\\nThe brown dry leaves, when with his riotous train\\nBacchus is on the hills, and on the plain\\nFull -armed Demeter; when upon the sea\\nThe brine -gods blow their shells, and laughingly\\nThe broad world rings with glee. Then thy clear voice\\nStills into silence every truant noise,\\nPealing with utmost sweetness on the hills,\\nAnd in the echoes of the dancing rills.\\nOver the sea and on the sounding plain.\\nAnd eddying air, until all voices wane\\nBefore its influence:\\nDraw near, great God, before the day goes hence!\\nVI.\\nBy that most fatal day, when with a cry\\nYoung Huakinthos fell, and his dark eye\\nWas dimmed with blood, when, dying, on a bed\\nOf his own flowers he laid his wounded head,\\nBreathing great sighs; by those heart -cherished eyes\\nOf long-loved Huakinthos, by the sighs\\nThat then, oh, young Apollon, thou didst pour\\nOn every gloomy hill and desolate shore,\\n5-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009458\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWeeping away thy soul, and making dull\\nThine eyes with eclipse, till the chilled earth was full\\nOf sad forebodings, for thy radiance dimmed;\\nPrayers by pale priests in many a fane were hymned\\nTo the pale -eyed Sun; the frightened Satyrs strayed\\nLong in dark woods, and then to the chill glade\\nCame to lament that thou wast still unkind;\\nArtemis wept for love, and plained and pined\\nFor light and life: by that most fearful grief,\\nOh! bright Apollon, hear, and grant relief\\nTo us who cry to thee!\\nAnd let us, ere we die, thy glory see!\\n1829.\\nNo. 7.\\nTO ARTEMIS.\\nI.\\nMost graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet\\nPursue the dun deer to their deep retreat\\nIn the heart of some old wood, or on the side\\nOf some high mountain; where, most eager -eyed,\\nThou glidest on the chase, with bended bow.\\nAnd arrow at the string, a wondrous glow\\nOf exquisite beauty on thy cheek, and feet", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009459\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhite as the silver moon, graceful and fleet\\nAs her soft rays, with quiver at thy back\\nRattling to all thy steppings. If some track\\nIn far-off Thessaly thou foUowest up,\\nBrushing the dew from many a flower s full cup.\\nWith head bent forward, harking to the bay\\nOf thy good hounds, while in the deep woods they,\\nStrong- limbed and swift, leap on with eager bounds,\\nAnd from far hills their long, deep note resounds,\\nThy sweetest music: Orthia, hear our cry.\\nAnd let us worship thee, while far and high\\nClimbs up thy brother, while his light falls full\\nUpon the earth, for when the night -winds lull\\nThe world to sleep, then to the lightless sky\\nDelia must glide, with robes of silver dew\\nAnd sunward eye!\\nII.\\nPerhaps thou hiest to some shady spot\\nAmong broad trees, while frightened beasts hear not\\nThe clamor of thy hounds; there, dropping down\\nUpon green grass and leaves all sere and brown,\\nThou pillowest thy delicate head upon\\nSome gnarled and moss -robed root, where soft winds run\\nRiot about thee, and thy fair Nymphs point\\nThy death -winged arrows, or thy hair anoint", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009460\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith Lydian odors; and thj^ strong hounds lie\\nLazily on the ground, and watch thine eye,\\nAnd watch thine arrows, while thou hast a dream.\\nPerhaps in some deep -bosomed, shaded stream\\nThou bathest now, where even the loving Sun\\nCatches no glimpse of thee; where shadows on\\nThe water s dusk collect, and make it cool.\\nLike the wind -chilled wide sea, or some clear pool\\nDeep in a cavern; hanging branches dip\\nTheir ringlets in the stream, or slowly drip\\nWith tear-drops of clear dew: before no eyes\\nBut those of flitting wind- gods, each nymph hies\\nInto the deep, cool, rippling stream, and there\\nThou pillowest thyself upon its breast.\\nQueen Cynthia, the Fair.\\nIII.\\nBy all thine hours of pleasure! when thou wast\\nUpon tall Latmos, moveless, tranced, and lost\\nIn boundless pleasure, ever gazing on\\nThy bright -eyed youngster; when the absent Sun\\nWas lighting remote seas, or at mid -noon\\nCareering through the sky! By every tune\\nAnd voice of joy that thrilled about the chords\\nOf thy great heart, when on it fell his words.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009461\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIn that cool, shady nook, where thou hadst brought\\nAnd placed Endumion; v/here fair hands had taught\\nAll beaut}^ to shine forth where thy young maids\\nHad brought rare shells for him, and from the glades\\nAll starry flowers, with precious stones, and gems\\nOf utmost beauty, pearly diadems\\nOf ancient sea- gods: birds were there, that sang\\nAnd carolled ever; living waters rang\\nTheir changes at all times, to sooth the soul\\nOf thy Endumion; pleasant breezes stole\\nWith light feet through the nook, that they might kiss\\nHis dewy lips. Ah! by those hours of bliss.\\nWorth a whole life in heaven, come to us, fair\\nAnd beautiful Aricia! Take us under\\nThy gentle care.\\n1829.\\nNo. 8.\\nTO ARES.\\nGreat War- God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn,\\nSung to thee in the wood -recesses dim\\nOf dusky Caria, near the Icariau wave!\\nWhen war s red storms in lurid fury rave.\\nAnd the fierce billows of his hungry tide\\nOver the groaning land sweep far and wide;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009462\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen his thick legions, clad in gleaming steel,\\nAnd bristling thick with javelins, madly reel\\nIn desperate conflict; when the mighty roar\\nPeals upward, shaking heaven s great golden floor.\\nEven as the tumult of the maddened sea\\nShakes granite towers; when Fear, and Agony,\\nAnd Desperation, riot, hand -in -hand,\\nAnd Fire and Famine waste the lean, lank land:\\nThen thou, rejoicing, ragest through the field;\\nLike mountain thunder clangs thy brazen shield;\\nThy falchion, like the lightning, flashes far;\\nThe frightened Earth, under thj^ sounding car,\\n(Whirled swiftly by thy brazen -footed steeds,\\nFlight and mad Terror) shuddering, quakes and shivers;\\nAnd ever, as the war s red surge recedes,\\nBrooks swelled with blood run downward to red rivers.\\nII.\\nTurn thy wild coursers from our lovely land!\\nLet not their hoofs trample our golden strand!\\nShake not thy spear above our fruitful hills,\\nNor turn to blood the waters of our rills!\\nCrush not our floM^ers with thy remorseless wheels,\\nNor let our grain be trod with armed heels.\\nThat the poor starve! Let not thy sister ride,\\nWith Pestilence and Famine, by thy side;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009463\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut come with Aphrodite iu thy arms\\nEnfolded, radiant with a thousand charms,\\nHer lovely head held on thy massive chest.\\nHer sweet eyes soothing into placid rest\\nThy fiery passions; while her doves glide through\\nThe sparkling atmosphere. Bring with thee, too,\\nThj^ lovely children, at their mother s side;\\nEros, whose form expands, and wings grow wide,\\nWhen his sweet brother, Anteros, is near,\\nThe God of tenderest love, and faith sincere;\\nWith fair Harmonia clinging to thy neck,\\nAnd mingling music with her glad caresses;\\nWhile the young Charites flit round, and deck\\nWith dew -en jewelled flowers thy loved one s golden\\ntresses,\\nm.\\nLet thy harsh wheels roll through Abarimon,\\nWhere Mount Imaus glitters in the sun,\\nThroned like a king, in solitary state:\\nMake there more rugged and more desolate\\nThe frozen Scythian wildernesses; grind\\nTo dust the Indian rocks, and like the wind\\nDrive thy fleet coursers through the Median plains.\\nAnd over Bactria s barbarous domains;\\nBut spare the isles of our beloved Greece,\\nAnd leave them sleeping tranquilly in peace.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009464\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHere, under an old, stately, branching oak,\\nThine altar sendeth to the clouds its smoke,\\nWhereon the wolf and hungry vulture bleed.\\nThe magpie, and the bold and generous steed.\\nWe bow in adoration at thj shrine,\\nDark-beariied God, majestic and divine!\\nOur incense, burning, loads the eddying air.\\nAnd Kuthereia joins us in our prayer.\\nWilt thou not listen kindly to the strain\\nWhich now around our vine -clad hills is pealing?\\nFor when did Beauty ever sue in vain.\\nEven in his sternest mood meekly to Valor kneeling\\n1845.\\nNo. 9.\\nTO PALLAS.\\nI.\\nHear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call.\\nEntreating thee to our glad festival,\\nHeld in the sunny morning of the year.\\nOn this our rosy isle, to thee most dear.\\nThine altar, builded by young maidens hands,\\nNear the Carpathian s sparkling water stands.\\nUpon the slant and sunny Rhodian shore,\\nGracing the green lawn s undulating floor.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "y^\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009465\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWalled in with trees, which, sweeping wide around,\\nRampart the precincts of the holy ground.\\nMyriads of roses, flushing full lu bloom,\\nSend to far Caria surge of rich perfume,\\nLike the glad incense of our prayer, which floats\\nUp to the trembling stars. The riuging notes\\nOf silver flutes roll through the echoing woods.\\nStartling the Fauns in their shy solitudes.\\nA hundred boys, each fairer than a girl.\\nOver the greensward, clad in armor, whirl\\nIn thy wild mystic dance. A hundred maids,\\nIn white and gold, come from the dusky glades,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe loveliest of our beauty -blessed isle,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTheir small white feet gleaming like stars, that smile\\nIn the dark azure of a moonless night.\\nThey bear thy robe of pure and stainless white,\\nSleeveless, embroidered richly with fine gold.\\nWhereon thy deeds are told.\\nThose, chiefly, done of old.\\nWhen, blazing in the van, thou didst the Giants fight.\\nII.\\nBrain-born of Zeus! Thou who dost give to men\\nKnowledge and wisdom; and hast brought again\\nScience and art, in renovated youth,\\nAnd taught fair Greece to love and seek the truth;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009466\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThou to whom artist and artificer,\\nFearing thy potent anger to incur,\\nBend down beseechingly, and pray for aid,\\nIn all the cunning mysteries of their trade;\\nInspired by thee, young men, immersed in cells.\\nDrink deep of learning, at Time s ancient wells.\\nForget that Beauty s starry eyes still shine,\\nAnd love Athene only, the Divine:\\nOld gray -haired sages pore on antique scrolls,\\nAnd feed with wisdom s oil their burning souls.\\nInspired by thee, the prophet sees afar\\nThe signs of peace, the portents of grim war;\\nForetells the strange and wayward destinies\\nOf nations and of men, and when the skies\\nWith genial rains will bless the husbandman,\\nOr vex the earth with hail. Thj^ favor can\\nThe life of those well loved by thee prolong,\\nAnd make hoar Eld youthful again and strong.\\nOh, come to us! while glittering with dew\\nYoung Day still crimsons the horizon s blue!\\nCome, Parthenos! to thy beloved home,\\nNor longer idly roam,\\nWhere hungry oceans foam,\\nRound barbarous continents and islands new.\\nIII.\\nOh, come not to us, clad in armor bright.\\nIntolerable unto mortal sight.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009467\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith flashing spear, and helm of blazing gold,\\nCrested with griffin -guarded sphynx! nor hold\\nThine aegis, blazing with Medusa s eyes,\\nWreathed with live serpents! Not in warlike guise,\\nAs when against the Giants thou didst march,\\nWith strong tread shaking earth and the sky s great arch.\\nTerrific in thy panoply of war,\\nJove s lightning in thy right hand flashing far;\\nTill, struck with fear and overpowering di ead,\\nHeaven s baffled adversaries howling fled!\\nCome in thy garb of peace, with kindly smile.\\nBreathing new beauty on thy flowerj isle\\nWith mystic veil over thy dazzling brow.\\nAnd soft feet, whiter than the mountain -snow!\\nCome to us over the exulting sea.\\nFrom thy Tegaean shrine in Arcady;\\nThy sacred dragon gliding o er the waves.\\nWhile nymphs, emerging from deep ocean -caves.\\nFloating like stars upon the misty spray,\\nCarol around thee many a pleasant lay;\\nAnd grim Poseidon, smiling at the strain.\\nGives thee glad welcome to his vast domain;\\nAnd Aiolos bears incense from the shores.\\nWhere the mad Ganges roars.\\nAnd his great torrent pours\\nI th Indian sea, and all the trees rich odors rain.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009468\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIV.\\nThou who the daring Argonauts didst guide\\nOver the stormy sea s rebellious tide;\\nBy Lemnos and by sunny Samothrace,\\n(Fair isles, that sit the waves with swan -like grace,)\\nBy Troas and the dark Symplegades;^\\nAnd send them, with a favorable breeze.\\nThrough the wide Euxine into Colchis; hear!\\nOh, Virgin Goddess! and come smiling near.\\nWhile here we wait upon the silver sands,\\nAnd stretch imploringly our suppliant hands!\\nThen shall our maidens, of long summer eves.\\nEmbowered among the overshading leaves,\\n(While, taught of thee, their sweet task they fulfill,\\nPlying the distaff with a curious skill,)\\nTell of the time, when, brighter than a star,\\nApproaching on the azure sea afar.\\nThou didst our humble ceremonies bless,\\nAnd smile upon their budding loveliness,\\nWhen new flowers sprang in every sunny vale.\\nNew odors loaded every pleasant gale.\\nAnd whiter corn, and richer wine and oil.\\nThenceforward paid the husbandman s glad toil;\\nAnd blander breezes, and serener skies\\nThereafter blessed the isle. Oh, good and wise!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009469\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOh, radiant Goddess! Shall this sacred day\\nGlide mournfully away,\\nFading to evening gray,\\nAnd thou not deign to glad our anxious, longing eyes?\\n1845.\\nNo. 10.\\nTO HERMES.\\nHear, white -winged Messenger! If thy swift feet\\nLoiter within Heaven s starry walls, where meet\\nThe Gods, their nectar daintily to sip\\nAt indolent leisure; where thy beardless lip\\nUtters such eloquence, that thine old foe,\\nImperial Here, doth her hate forego.\\nAnd hang entranced on thy sweet accents, while\\nCypria rewards thee with inviting smile.\\nAnd wise Athene s cup stands waiting by.\\nTill thou hast ended; whether, near the sky.\\nAmong the palpitating stars thou soarest,\\nOr foldest thy bright pinions in some forest\\nThat crowns an Asian mountain; if thy wings\\nFan the broad sea, where sultry Afric flings\\nHis hot breath on the waters, by the shore\\nOf Araby the blest; or in the roar", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009470\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf crashing Northern ice: oh, turn, and urge,\\nThj^ winged course to us! Leave the rough surge.\\nOr icy mountain -height, or city proud,\\nOr haughty temple, or dim wood, down -bowed\\nWith weakening age.\\nAnd come to us, thou young and mighty Sage!\\nII.\\nThou who invisably dost ever stand\\nNear each high orator, and hand- in -hand\\nWith golden -robed Apollon, touch the tongue\\nOf the rapt poet; on whom men have hung,\\nStrangely enchanted, when, in dark disguise.\\nThou hast descended from cloud -curtained skies,\\nAnd lifted up thy voice to teach bold men\\nThy world -arousing art! Oh thou, that when\\nThe ocean was untracked, didst teach them send\\nGreat ships upon it! Thou, who dost extend.\\nIn storm or calm, protection to the hopes\\nOf the fair merchant! Thou, that on the slopes\\nOf Mount Kullene first mad st sound the lyre\\nAnd the delicious harp, with childish fire\\nAnd magical beauty playing, in dark caves\\nMarvellous tunes, unlike the ruder staves\\nThat Pan had uttered; while each wondering Nymph\\nCame out from tree and mountain, and the lymph", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009471\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf mountain -stream, to drink each echoing note\\nThat over the entranced woods did float,\\nWith fine clear tone.\\nLike silver trumpets on a still lake blown.\\nIII.\\nThou matchless Artist! Thou, whose wonderous skill,\\nIn ages past the earth s wide bounds did fill\\nWith ever} usefullness! Thou, who dost teach\\nQuick-witted thieves the miser s gold to reach.\\nAnd rob him of his sleep for many a night.\\nGetting thee curses! Mischievous, mad sprite!\\nYoung Rogue -God Hermes! always glad to cheat\\nAll Gods and men; with mute and noiseless feet\\nGoing in search of mischief; now to steal\\nThe spear of Ares, now to clog the wheel\\nOf young Apollon s car, that it may crawl\\nMost slowly upwards! Thou, whom wrestlers call.\\nWhether they strive upon the level green\\nAt dewy nightfall, under the dim screen\\nOf ancient oaks, or at the sacred games,\\nIn fiercer contest! Thou, whom each then names\\nIn half -thought prayer, when the quick breath is drawn\\nFor the last struggle! Thou, whom, on the lawn.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009472\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe victor praises, and ascribes to thee\\nHis fresh -reaped honors! Let us ever be\\nUnder thy care,\\nAnd hear, oh hear, our solemn, earnest prayer.\\n1829.\\nNo. 11.\\nTO FLORA.\\nI.\\nHear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!\\nThou restest now beneath some shady tree.\\nNear a swift brook, upon a mossy root;\\nAll other winds with deep delight are mute,\\nWhile Euros frolics with thy flowing hair,\\nA thousand odors floating on the air,\\nAnd rippling softly through the dewy green\\nOf the thick leaves, that murmuringly screen\\nThy snowy forehead. Struggling through their mass,\\nThe quivering sunlight snows upon the grass\\nIn golden flakes. Round thee a thousand flowers.\\nStill glittering with the tears of Spring s light showers,\\nOffer the incense of their glad perfume\\nTo thee, who makest them to bud and bloom.\\nWith thy kind smile and influence divine.\\nThine arms around young Zephuros entwine.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009473\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd his round thee. With roses garlanded,\\nOn his white shoulder rests thy lovely head;\\nThy deep eyes gaze in his,\\nRadiant with mute, unutterable bliss,\\nAnd, happy there.\\nOh, lovely, young, enamored pair,\\nYour rosy lips oft meet in many a long, warm kiss!\\nII.\\nNow the young Spring rejoices, and is glad,\\nIn her new robes of starry blossoms clad;\\nThe happy earth smiles like an innocent bride,\\nThat sitteth, blushing, by her husband s side;\\nThe bird her nest with earnest patience weaves,\\nAnd sings, delighted, hidden in the leaves;\\nFrom their high homes iu cavernous old trees.\\nThe busy legions of industrious bees\\nDrink nectar at each flower s enamelled brim.\\nBreathing in murmured music their glad hymn;\\nThe Nereids come from their deep ocean -caves.\\nDeserting for a time the saddened waves;\\nThe Druads from the dusky solitudes,\\nOf venerable and majestic woods;\\nThe Naiads from deep beech -embowered lakes;\\nThe Oreads from where hoarse Thunder shakes\\n6-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009474\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe iron mountains; wandering through cool glades,\\nAnd blushing lawns, when first the darkness fades.\\nBefore the crimsoning morn.\\nAnd ere the young Day s sapphire tints are gone,\\nIn glad haste all,\\nTheir lovers to enwreathe withal,\\nGather the fresh -blown flowers, gemmed with the tears\\nof Dawn.\\nIII.\\nCome, gentle Queen! we spill to thee no blood;\\nThine altar stands where the gray, ancient wood,\\nNow green with leaves, and fresh with April rains.\\nIn stately circle sweeping round, contains.\\nEmbowered like a hill -environed dell,\\nA quiet lawn, whose undulations swell\\nGreen as the sea -waves. Near a bubbling spring,\\nWhose waters, sparkling downward, lightly wi ing\\nOn the small pebbles round whose grassy lip\\nThe birds and bees its crystal waters sip\\nThine altar stands, of shrubs and flowering vines.\\nWhere rose with lilly and carnation twines.\\nWe burn to thee no incense. These fresh blooms,\\nBreathe on the air more exquisite perfumes,\\nThan all that press the overladen wind\\nThat seaward floats from Araby to Ind.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009475\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNo priests are here prepared for sacrifice,\\nBut fair young girls, with mischievous, bright eyes.\\nWith white flowers garlanded,\\nAnd by their young, delighted lovers led.\\nWith frequent kisses.\\nAnd fond and innocent caresses.\\nTo honor thee, the victim and the priest instead.\\n1845.\\nNo. 12.\\nTO HUPNOS.\\nI.\\nKind Comforter of all the weary Gods,\\nWith drooping eyelids, head that ever nods!\\nThou silent soother, that with all thy train\\nOf empty dreams, dim tenants of the brain,\\nVague as the wind, dost sleep in thy dark cave.\\nAt whose mouth sluggishly white poppies wave.\\nIn the light airs that saunter by thy bed,\\nThine only throne, with darkness tenanted.\\nAnd curtains black as are the eyes of Night!\\nThou, who dost sleep, when wanes the reluctant light,\\nDeep in lone forests, where gray Evening hides.\\nTrembling at sight of the sun; and Shadow glides", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009476\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThrough silent tree-tops: or if, half -awake,\\nThou dozest on the margin of some lake,\\nLand-locked, and still as the mute, cloudless sky;\\nWhile thy quaint Dreams, wayward and wanton, fly.\\nWith mischievous pranks, fantastic tricks, mad mirth,\\nAbout the sluggard. Earth:\\nOh, come, and hear the hymn that we are chanting,\\nHere, where the shivered star light through thick leaves\\nis slanting!\\nII.\\nThou lover of the banks of idle streams.\\nShadowed by broad old oaks, with scattered gleams\\nFrom moon and stars upon them; of the ocean,\\nWhen its great bosom throbs with no emotion,\\nBut the round moon hangs out her lamp, to pour\\nA sparkling glory on its level floor!\\nThou, that reclinest on the moist, warm sands,\\nWhile winds come dancing from far southern lands,\\nWith dreams upon their backs, and wings that reek\\nAnd drip with odors; or upon a peak\\nOf cloud, that, like a hill of chrysolite.\\nLeans on the western sky, when the bland night\\nComes late in summer; or beneath the sea.\\nScarce conscious of the dim monotony\\nOf the great waves, here murmuring like the wings\\nOf swarming dreams, while the huge ocean swings", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009477\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis bulk above thy listless, heavy head!\\n(As, chained upon his bed,\\nA conquered Titan, with unconscious motion,\\nEven so respiring swings the mute and sleeping ocean.)\\nIII.\\nThou who dost bless sad mourners with thy touch,\\nAnd make sharp Agony relax his clutch\\nUpon the bleeding fibres of the heart,\\nPale Disappointment no more mope apart.\\nAnd Sorrow dry her tears, and cease to weep\\nHer life away, gaining new cheer in sleep!\\nThou who dost bless the birds, at evening gray.\\nWhen, tired of singing all the summer day.\\nThey, longing, watch to see the evening star,\\nThy herald, on the sky s blue slope! Where are\\nThy flocks of fitting dream, dear God, by whom\\nAll noise is most abhorred? Come to this gloom.\\nSo cool, so fresh, where nought the silence stirs.\\nExcept the murmur of the dreaming firs!\\nTouch our tired eyes Make the dusk shades more dense\\nAh! thou hast come! We feel thine influence.\\nForget our hymn, and sink in sleep away;\\nAnd so, till new-born Day\\nClimbs high in heaven, with fire -steeds swiftly leaping.\\nHere we ll recline, beneath the vine -leaves calmly sleep-\\ning. 1830.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "LATONA.\\nThere was a sudden stir,\\nAges ago, on the JEgean Sea.\\nWith a loud cry, as of great agony.\\nThe blue deep parted, and the angry roar\\nOf a great earthquake echoed round the shore;\\nThe tortured waters, trembling, stood aghast;\\nDelos emerged, and anchored firm and fast\\nAmong the Cyclades, lay calm and still.\\nIn one brief moment, valley, plain, and hill\\nWere carpeted with verdure, and great trees\\nSprung to full stature, shaking in the breeze\\nTheir limbs and leaves; and fruits, and buds, and flowers\\nLonged for the sunshine and the summer showers.\\nPursued by Here, poor Latona had\\nTill then been wandering, terrified and sad,\\nRound the great earth, and through the weltering seas.\\nPraying for mercy on long -bended knees.\\nBut still denied. Many a weary day,\\nAbove the shaggy hills, where, groaning, lay\\nEnceladus and Typhon, she had roamed.\\nAnd over valeanoes where lava foamed;\\nAnd sometimes in dark forests she had hid.\\nWhere the lithe serpent through the long grass slid,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009479\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOver gray weeds and tiger -trampled flowers;\\nWhere the grim lion couched in tangled bowers,\\nAnd the fierce panther, proud of his dappled skin.\\nStartled the woods with his deep, moaning din.\\nAll things were there to terrify the soul;\\nThe hedgehog that across her path did roll,\\nGray eagles, fanged like pards, old vultures bald.\\nFierce hawks, and restless owls, whose hoot appalled;\\nRed scorpions, lurking under mossy stones,\\nAnd here and there great piles of rotting bones\\nOf the first men who won renown in wars;\\nBrass heads of arrows, javalins, scimitars,\\nOld crescent shield, and edgeless battle-axe;\\nLarge yellow skulls, with wide and gaping cracks.\\nToo old and dry for worms to harbor in,\\nOnly the useless spider there did spin\\nHis treacherous web.\\nThen would she stop, and lay\\nHer weary head among dead leaves, and pray\\nThat she might die, and fainting thus remain.\\nPulseless, till thou, O Zeus! wouldest rise, and rain\\nThy light upon her eyelids. Then the tide\\nOf life once more through her cold heart would glide.\\nHer soul grow strong, and once more fit to cope\\nWith all her fate, and many a cheerful hope\\nGlow in her heart; then, O King Zeus! wouldst thou\\nWith the bright terrors of thy frowning brow.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009480\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nScare every hateful creature far away.\\nThen would she rise, fairer than rosy Day,\\nAnd through the tiger -peopled solitudes,\\nAnd oderous brakes, and panther -guarded woods\\nJourney, until she reached the curving edge\\nOf the blue sea; and there, on some high ledge\\nOf porphyritic rock, sit long, and look\\nInto thine eye, nor fear that from some nook\\nThe hideous shapes that haunted her would meet\\nHer startled eyes.\\nOne day she cooled her feet\\nOn a long, narrow beach. The encroaching brine\\nHad marked, as with an endless serpent -spine.\\nThe hard, smooth sand with a long line of shells,\\nLike those the Nereids gather, in deep cells\\nOf the sea, for Thetis: such they pile around\\nThe feet of cross old Nereus, having found\\nThat this propitiates him; such they bring\\nTo slippery Proteus as an offering.\\nWhen they would have him tell their destiny,\\nAnd what young God their first love is to be.\\nAnd there Latona paced along the sands,\\nDreaming of journej S into unknown lands,\\nAnd persecutions to be suffered j-et:\\nAnd when some wave, less shy than others, wet\\nHer rosy feet, she tingled as when Thou\\nDidst first thy lips press on her blushing brow.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009481\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nStill she paced on over the firm, cool sand,\\nAnd the heaped shells, and, once or twice, would stand\\nAnd let her long, bright, golden tresses float\\nOver the waters. Lo! the threatening note\\nOf the fierce, hissing Dragon strikes her ear!\\nStartled, she shivers with a horrid fear,\\nAnd, mad with terror and insane despair,\\nFlees to the sea, and seeks destruction there.\\nBut thy great Brother met her as she fell\\nInto the waves, and gave her power to dwell\\nBeneath the waters, like a Naiad, born\\nWithin the sound of Triton s mellow shell,\\nThat stills the waves. Then wandered she forlorn\\nThrough many wonders: coral -raftered caves,\\nSunk far below the roar of clamorous waves;\\nSea-flowers like masses of soft golden hair\\nOr misty silk; great shells, and fleshless spine\\nOf old Behemoth; flasks of hoarded wine.\\nAmong the timbers of old, shattered ships;\\nGoblets of gold, that had not touched the lips\\nOf men a thousand years.\\nAt length she lay.\\nDespairing, down, to weep her life away\\nOn the sea s floor, alone;\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then it was\\nThy mighty voice, the Deities that awes,\\nLifted to light under fair Grecian skies\\nThat lovely Cycladean Paradise,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009482\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd placed Latona there, when fast asleep,\\nWith parted lips, and respiration deep.\\nAnd all unconscious. When, refreshed, she woke,\\nShe lay beneath a tall, wide -branching oak.\\nMajestic, king-like, from whose depths peeped out\\nAll those shy birds whose instinct is to doubt\\nAnd fear mankind. Doves, with soft, patient eyes,\\nDid earnestly artistic nests devise,\\nBusy as bees under the sheltering leaves;\\nThrushes that love to house beneath mossed eaves\\nMerles, brought from the far Azores, with their clear.\\nMellow, and fluty note; the chaffinch, dear\\nTo the rude Thuringian, for its mazj^ trills;\\nThe mountain -finch, from Shetland s rugged hills.\\nWith its brown eyes, and neck of velvet -black;\\nThe sweet canary, yearning to flit back\\nTo his own isles; the small gold- crested wren,\\nUttering its hurried trill of terror, when\\nAught hostile came anear its elegant nest,\\nAnd pale -brown eggs; the skylark, with his breast\\nWet with the morning dews, who never sings\\nUpon the ground, but whose fine music rings\\nHigh in the heavens; the golden oriole.\\nThat mimics the rude flourishes which roll\\nFrom braying trumpets, with his flute -like notes;\\nAffectionate redstarts, who, with mellow throats.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009483\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFirst hail the dawn; song -throstles, bold and fond\\nFrom Smyrna and from ancient Trebizond,\\nThat sing in lofty tree -tops, at still noon,\\nA musical and melancholy tune;\\nThe happy bulfinch, with his modest song,\\nLow, soft, and sweet, rose -ouzels, and a throng\\nOf mountain linnets from the Orkney Isles,\\nAnd warbling ortolons, from where the smiles\\nOf the warm sun ripen the grapes of France;\\nThe frisking white-throat, with his antic dance.\\nThat sings at sultry summer -noon, and chases\\nThe small aphides through the tangled mazes\\nOf rose and honeysuckle; black -caps, nesting\\nIn the white thorn; who, while the world is resting.\\nAt midnight, wake with full, sweet melodies.\\nWild, deep, and loud, the sleep -enchanted bees;\\nBlue- throated robins, bred near northern seas;\\nAnd pied fly-catchers, nesting in old trees;\\nAnd, last of all, the peerless nightingale.\\nCicadas sang, hid in the velvet grass\\nBees all around did their rich store amass.\\nOr clung together on a swinging bow,\\nIn tangled swarms; above her pale, fair brow\\nHung nests of callow songsters and so nigh\\nThat she could touch it, lay, with lively eye.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009484\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA small, gray lizard; such do notice give\\nWhen serpents glide; and in all lands they live,\\nEven by the good -will of the rudest hind.\\nClose to her feet, an antelope reclined,\\nGraceful, large -eyed, white as the stainless fleece\\nOf snow upon the topmost Pyrenees,\\nAnd cropped the young buds of the sheltering trees\\nFrom the drooping limbs. In the deep, sombre woods\\nNo voice stirred; nor in these sweet solitudes\\nDid aught disturb the birds, except the hymn\\nSung by the fountain, from whose grassy brim\\nIts liquid light, in thin, clear, sparkling jets.\\nRained ever on the thirsty violets\\nThe hum of leaves that whispered overhead.\\nThe brook that sang along its pebbly bed,\\nThe water -fall deep in the forest hid.\\nAnd the slight murmur of the waves, that slid\\nAs softly up the firm, unyielding sand,\\nAs gentle children, clasping hand and hand.\\nIn the sick chamber of a mother grieve.\\nAnd glide on tiptoe.\\nHere, Zerus, one eve.\\nWhen thou didst shine high in the darkling west,\\nAnd bathe Night s glossy hair and ebon breast,\\nAnd gentle eyes with brightness, while the Earth\\nSent up soft mists to thee, thy maid gave birth", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009485\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo bright Apollo, and his sister fair,\\nThe ivory -footed Huntress; such a pair,\\nTall-statured, beautiful, as now they sit\\nOn golden thrones, where, on Olympus met,\\nThe austere Senate of the immortal Gods\\nObeys and trembles if the Thunderer nods.\\nAnd when the radiant wings of morning stirred\\nThe darkness in the East, Latona heard,\\nFaint and far off, the well -remembered hiss\\nOf the great dragon. Bitter agonies\\nShot through her soul, and she had swiftly fled,\\nAnd tried again old Ocean s friendly bed,\\nHad not Apollo, young, sun-bright Apollo,\\nRestrained her from the dark and perilous hollow.\\nAnd asked what meant the noise.\\nIt is, she said,\\nThe monster Python, a great dragon, bred\\nAfter the Deluge, in the stagnant mud.\\nAnd thirsting for thy mother s innocent blood,\\nSent by great Here, Heaven s vindictive Queen,\\nTo slay us all.\\nUpon the dewy green\\nLay ready to the hand a nervous bow\\nAnd heavy arrows, eagle -winged, which thou.\\nOh, Zeus! hadst placed within Apollo s reach.\\nThese grasping, the young God stood in the breach", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009486\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf circling trees, with eye that fiercely glanced,\\nNostril expanded, lip pressed, foot advanced,\\nAnd arrow at the string; when, lo! the coil\\nOf the great dragon came, with sinuous toil.\\nAnd vast gyrations, crushing down the branches.\\nWith noise as when a hungry tiger cranches\\nHuge bones; and then Apollo drew the bow\\nFull at the eye, nor ended with one blow;\\nDart after dart sped from the twanging string.\\nAll at the eye: until, a lifeless thing,\\nThe dragon lay.\\nThus the young Sun -God slew\\nThe scaly monster; and then dragged and threw,\\n(So strong he was), the carcass in the sea.\\nWhere the great sharks feasted voraciously.\\nLashing the water into bloody foam\\nIn their fierce fights.\\nLatona thence could roam,\\nWith her brave children and defenders near,\\nIn earth, air, sea, or heaven, free of fear;\\nHere forgave, and Zeus the twins did set.\\nTo guide the sun and moon, as they do yet.\\n1830.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "^THE OLD CANOE.\\nWhere the rocks are gray and the shore is steep,\\nAnd the waters below look dark and deep,\\nWhere the rugged pine, in its lonely pride,\\nLeans gloomilj^ over the murk}- tide;\\nWhere the reeds and the rushes are long and lank.\\nAnd the weeds grow thick on the winding bank,\\nWhere the shadow, is heavy the whole day through,\\nThere lies at its mooring the old canoe.\\nThe useless paddles are idly dropped,\\nLike a sea bird s wings that the storm has lopped,\\nAnd crossed on the railing, one o er one.\\nLike the folded hands when the work is done.\\nWhile busily back and forth between.\\nThe spider stretches his silvery screen\\n*While the authorship of this beautiful poem has been credited\\nto Gen. Pike, it has also been denied that he wrote it, and he himself\\nis said to have stated that the honor did not belong to him but to\\na young lady, whose name has never been mentioned, to the knowl-\\nedge of the editor of this volume. The verses were republished in the\\nGazette a few years ago with this reference\\nWe do not know from what paper or magazine they were taken,\\nbut the editor of one, while crediting Gen. Pike with its authorship,\\nmakes this note: Long before the war the appended simple but\\ncharming verses appeared, without signature or address, in a short-\\nlived paper at Little Rock, but it was generally understood that the\\nauthor was Gen. Albert Pike.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009488\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd the solemn owl with the dull too whoo,\\nSettles down on the side of the old canoe.\\nThe stern, half sunk in the slimy wave,\\nRots slowly away in its living grave,\\nAnd the green moss creeps o er its dull decay.\\nHiding its mouldering dust away,\\nLike the hand that plants o er the tomb a flower,\\nOr the ivy that mantels the falling tower.\\nWhile many a blossom of loveliest hue,\\nSprings up o er the stern of the old canoe.\\nThe currentless waters are dead and still.\\nBut the twilight wind plays with the boat at will,\\nAnd lazily in and out again,\\nIt floats the length of the rusty chain;\\nLike the weary march of the hand of time,\\nThat meet and part at the noon-tide chime.\\nAnd the shore is kissed at each turning anew.\\nBy the dripping bow of the old canoe.\\nOh, many a time with careless hand,\\nI have pushed it away from the pebbly strand\\nAnd paddled it down where the stream runs quick.\\nWhere the whirls are wild and the eddies are thick,\\nAnd laughed as I leaned o er its rocking side.\\nAnd looked below in the broken tide,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009489\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo see that the faces and boats were two,\\nThat were mirrored back from the old canoe.\\nBut now, as I lean o er its crumbling side,\\nAnd look below in the sluggish tide,\\nThe face that I see there is graver grown,\\nAnd the laugh that I hear is a sober tone.\\nThe hands that lent to the light skiff wings,\\nHave grown familiar with sterner things;\\nBut I love to think of the hours that sped,\\nAs I rocked where the whirls their white spray shed.\\nEre the blossom waved or the green grass grew,\\nO er the mouldering stern of the old canoe.\\n4 7.-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "^ARIEL.\\nI had a dream: Methought Ariel came,\\nAnd bade me follow him; and I arose:\\nLighter my body seemed than subtle flame,\\nOr than the invisible wind that always blows\\nAbove the clouds. So upward I did aim,\\nWith quick flight, as the skj^-lark sunward goes,\\nLed by the splendour of Ariel s wing,\\nWhose snowy light before fled, glittering.\\nIL\\nSo, floating upward through the roseate air,\\nAnd through the wide interstices of cloud,\\nWe climbed the mist-hills, till we halted, where\\nThe frowning peaks beneath the azure glowed;\\nThen gazed I all around; no sun blazed there.\\nBut crimson light through the pure ether flowed.\\nAnd dimmed the moon s eye and the stars white cones,\\nTill they were scarce seen on their golden thrones.\\n*Tliis beautiful poem is said to have been written in the prairie\\nwhile the author s horse was feeding by his side.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009491\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIII.\\nAwhile we trod along the quivering peaks\\nOf foaming cloud; over entangled rifts\\nOf purple light; through crimson -misted breaks;\\nAnd saw blue lightning crouching in white drifts,\\nRestless and quivering, while the broad, deep lakes\\nOf vapor tremble as he stirs and shifts,\\nWaked by the diapason of the thunder.\\nThat swells upon the wild wind rushing under.\\nIV.\\nAnd moored within a labyrinthine bay\\nGirded by massive foam -cliffs, rough, storm-worn,\\nOn a flat shore of leaden vapour, lay\\nA boat carved out of orange mist, which morn\\nHad hardened into crystal, many a day,\\nDeep in a rift in a vast glacier torn\\nWe stepped on board, we loosed her from the bank.\\nOur thirsty sail, spread wide, the breezes drank.\\nV.\\nAnd swiftly then our winged bark flew on,\\nWhile I sat looking downward from the prow;\\nDown broad, shade -margined rivers, dark and dun.\\nOver smooth lakes, sea-green, with golden glow.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009492\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFlecked with broad black spots, here and there, upon\\nTheir mirrored surface now we float below\\nLike a fleet shadow, over the vext breast\\nOf boundless, billowy oceans of white mist.\\nVI.\\nThen rushed we into chasms, deep, wide and black,\\nBy huge, bleak, stormy mountains, of the foam\\nAnd rolling masses of the thunder-rack;\\nDark, quivering precipices of deep gloom.\\nAeries of brooding lightning; and did tack\\nIn narrow inlets, through which roared the boom\\nOf the mad wind; wherein did Thunder dream.\\nAnd on the far blue waves his lightnings gleam.\\nVII.\\nAnd then we issued to the open vast\\nOf cloudless air above; and while the sail\\nIts silver shade upon my forehead cast,\\nLike lightning or swift thought, before the gale\\nFled our bright barque. Strange wonders there we passed,\\nCurrents of astral light, cold, thin and pale,\\nStrange, voiceless birds that never sink to earth,\\nAnd troops of fairies, dancing in mad mirth.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009493\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nVIII.\\nThen we descended, till our barque did float\\nAbove the peak of one lone mountain; and\\nAriel furled the sail, and moored our boat\\nUpon the margin of a narrow strand\\nOf undulating mist, that from remote\\nAnd dangerous seas had come, o er many a land,\\nAn amaranthine effluence of ocean.\\nChanging forever with eternal motion.\\nIX.\\nThen, bending from the helm, Ariel gazed\\nWith keen eyes downward through the mighty vast,\\nAnd waved his hand. The piles of mist upraised,\\nThat on the mountain s lofty crown were massed;\\nAnd, gazing earthward, eager and amazed,\\nWhile either way the rent clouds slowly passed,\\nI saw a mighty palace, reared upon\\nThe grey, scarred summit of that towering cone.\\nX.\\nColumns of gold, with emerald inwrought,\\nRuby and jasper, and infoliate\\nWith leaves of silver, intricate as thought;\\nStatues of gold, intercolumniate", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009494\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGreat altars, fed with costly odours, bought\\nWith toil and blood; and round the rude doors wait\\nLarge hosts of slaves, bending the patient knee,\\nAs though they lingered there some King to see,\\nXI.\\nHere, said Ariel, liveth Tyranny,\\nRemorseless reveller in war and blood;\\nAnd these that humbly bend the supple knee,\\nWithin whose inmost heart -cells ever brood\\nHatred, despair, chill fear and misery.\\nPeopling with terrors the sad solitude,\\nThese are his slaves. They bow there, night and day,\\nAnd costly homage to his altars pay.\\nxn.\\nAnd now, behold! forth from his broad gates ride\\nHis kindred fiends, the tools of his fierce ire.\\nYour glorious Republic to divide.\\nFriend against friend, the son against the sire,\\nAnd near their graves who for your freedom died,\\nSlay with the sword and devastate with fire:\\nAnd I have brought thee here, that thou mayest tell\\nThy countrymen to shun that purple Hell.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009495\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXIII.\\nThen, with a roar like thunder, open flew\\nThe brazen gates, and all the mountain quivered,\\nAnd trembled like a child; and far off, through\\nThe distant hills, against the grey rocks shivered.\\nThat awful sound; and a wild voice that grew\\nA terror to me, surging up, delivered.\\nIn tones that like a brazen trumpet roared,\\nThe order for the march: Forth came the horde!\\nXIV.\\nFirst came Ambition, with his discous eye.\\nAnd tiger- spring, and hot and eager speed.\\nFlushed cheek, imperious glance, demeanour high;\\nHe in the portal striding his black steed.\\nStained fetlock -deep with red blood not yet dry,\\nAnd flecked with foam, did the wild cohort lead\\nDown the rough mountain, heedless of the crowd\\nOf slaves that round the altar- steps yet bowed.\\nXV.\\nNext came red Rashness, with his restless step,\\nIn whose large eyes glowed the fierce fire that boiled\\nIn his broad chest. Large gouts of blood did drip\\nFrom his drawn sword; the trembling slaves recoiled:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009496\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nScorn and fierce passion curled his writhing lip;\\nHis dress was torn with furious haste, and soiled;\\nSo, springing on his reeking steed, he shook\\nThe reins, and downward his swift journey took.\\nXVI.\\nThen came dark Disappointment, with the foam\\nOf rage upon his lips, sad step and slow,\\nStern, wrinkled brow, clenched teeth, and heavy gloom,\\nLike a shadow on his eyes, in these a glow\\nLike that of baleful stars within a tomb;\\nHis tangled locks left in the wind to blow;\\nAnd so did he forth from the palace stride.\\nAnd stalk away down the steep mountain -side.\\nXVIL\\nNext followed Envy, with deep -sunken eye.\\nGlaring upon his mates. He beat his breast\\nAnd gnashed his teeth, with many a bitter sigh;\\nFor in his heart, deep in its core, a nest\\nOf fierjr scorpions gnawed, that never die.\\nWrithing and stinging ever; on he pressed,\\nMounted upon a pale and hound -eyed steed,\\nAnd down the mountain, snarling, did proceed.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009497\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXVIII.\\nAnd then old Avarice, tottering out, appeared,\\nWith wrinkled front and gray and matted hair,\\nAnd elfish eyes, blue -circled, small and bleared:\\nHe slowly walked, with cautious, prying air.\\nWorking his lips under his filthy beard,\\nPeering upon the ground with searching eye.\\nClutching a purse with yellow, wasted hand,\\nAnd so he followed the descending band.\\nXIX.\\nThen came Corruption, with his serpent -tongue.\\nQuick, hurried gait, and eye astute, yet bold;\\nAnd while, amid the crouching, base, bowed throng\\nOf suppliant slaves, he did his quick way hold,\\nHe loudly hurried Avarice along,\\nWho crawled before him with his bag of gold;\\nBestriding then his rich -apparelled steed,\\nHe followed swiftly where his mates did lead.\\nXX.\\nNext, dark Fanaticism, his haggard face\\nFlushing with holy anger, down the track\\nWent, loud bewailing that the good old days\\nOf fire and faggot had not yet come back,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009498\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen Error was a crime, and to the ways\\nOf Truth men were persuaded by the rack;\\nOn either side, a little in advance,\\nBigotry rode, and harsh Intolerance.\\nXXI.\\nHypocrisy came next, prim, starched and staid.\\nWith folded hands and upturned pious eyes,\\nAs though God s law he punctually obeyed;\\nHis sordid greed seeks its base end by lies;\\nHe lusts for every ripe, voluptuous maid,\\nThen wrings his hands, and prays, and loudly cries,\\nOwner of men! stand off, afar, while I,\\nHolier than thou art, piously pass by!\\nXXII.\\nAnd next came Treason, with his blood-stained hand,\\nDeep, black, fierce eye, and bold, unquailing air;\\nWhile even as he passed his hot breath fanned\\nThe grovelling slaves into rebellion there:\\nHis armour clashed, and his broad battle -brand\\nDid in the purple sheen like lightning glare\\nAnd so his fiery courser he bestrode.\\nThe echo of whose hoofs roared down the road.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009499\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXXIII.\\nLast came King Anarchy. His cold eyes flashed\\nWith red fire blazing up from Hell s abyss;\\nHis large white wolf- teeth angrily he gnashed,\\nHis blue lips parted like a tigress s:\\nHis dusky destrier was with foam besplashed,\\nAnd fiery serpents did around him hiss,\\nWrithing amid his war- steed s misty mane.\\nWhose hoofs the young grass scorched like fiery rain.\\nXXIV.\\nAs he rode down, there mustered in the rear\\nA hideous flock, some few in human form.\\nSome shapeless. Here came, crouching by, pale Fear,\\nRevenge and Wrath, and Rapine, a base swarm;\\nAnd Cruelty and Murder, and their peer.\\nRed Persecution, pouring a hot storm\\nOf fire and blood from his relentless hand;\\nAll these are under Anarchy s command.\\nXXV.\\nWhen the horde passed below the mountain s brow,\\nWith clashing hoof, mad turmoil and loud din,\\nWithin the hall there rose a wild halloo.\\nAs though a thousand fiends rejoiced therein;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094100\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe upper air vibrated it unto,\\nThe currents trembled of its crimson sheen;\\nThe lightning -lofts were shaken; and our boat\\nRocked on the strand where the harsh echo smote.\\nXXVI.\\nThen did Ariel lift the snowy sail,\\nOf our ethereal barque. The helm he took,\\nAnd up behind us sprang a gentle gale,\\nMurmuring astern, like a sweet summer-brook,\\nThat broad-leaved water-plants from daylight veil;\\nAnd, while the sail a snowy brightness shook\\nUpon the prow, I lay and watched the boat,\\nSteered by Ariel, on its voyage float.\\nXXVII.\\nThen, passing swiftly, with a favoring gale.\\nRound the grey forehead of the storm -scarred hill,\\nWe did descend. Near us the moonlight pale\\nSlept in thick masses, soberly and still,\\nIn the deep nooks of many a purple vale.\\nOf frosted mist; and down a ringing rill\\nOf sunlight, flowing past a lofty bank\\nOf amber cloud, toward the green earth we sank.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094101\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXXVIII,\\nAnd then we passed by mountain -nourished rivers,\\nVexed to white foam by rocks their sides that galled;\\nNear hoary crags, by lightning split to shivers.\\nPeopled by nervous eagles, grey and bald;\\nForests wherein the wind-wave always quivers,\\nShaking their deep hearts green as emerald\\nLakes that, like woman s bosom, panting swell,\\nRobed with the living foam of asphodel.\\nXXIX.\\nWithin the shadow of old crumbling columns.\\nAlong these lakes we sailed, and saw beneath\\nGreat water- snakes rolling their scaly volumes\\nAmong the water -vines that there did wreathe;\\nThrough chasms of purple gloom, with rivers solemn\\nMoaning between their jagged, rocky teeth;\\nAnd then again above the earth we lifted,\\nAnd lowered the sail, and helmlessly there drifted.\\nXXX.\\nBelow us, stretching from the broad green sea\\nInto wide prairies, did a fair land lie.\\nStudded with lakes as still as porphyry\\nAnd blue hills sleeping in the bluer sky,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094102\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFrom whose white cones serene sublimity\\nThe snowy lightning dazzled the sun s eye;\\nThe amethystine rivers thence rolled down\\nTo fling their foam on Ocean s hoary crown.\\nXXXI.\\nGreat cities, queen -like, stood upon his shore.\\nAnd on the banks of those majestic rivers,\\nAnd near broad lakes, where at the awful roar\\nOf one great cataract the stunned earth shivers\\nShips went and came in squadrons, flocking o er\\nThat Ocean which the Old and New World severs,\\nShading the bays and rivers with their sails.\\nTheir starred flags laughing at propitious gales.\\nXXXII.\\nBroad fields spread inland, robed in green and gold.\\nAnd waving with a mighty wealth of grain.\\nFrom where the bear snarled at the Arctic cold,\\nTo the Mexique Gulf, and the Pacific Main;\\nFar South, in snowy undulations, rolled,\\nWith their white harvests many a treeless plain\\nAnd where the Sierra westwardly inclines,\\nGleamed a new Ophir, with its glittering mines.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094103\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXXXIII.\\nThe Throne of Liberty stood in that land,\\nIts guards the Law and Constitution; these,\\nThese and no other held supreme command,\\nAnd everywhere, through all the land, was peace.\\nGrim Despotism fast in his iron hand\\nHeld all men s rights in the ancient Monarchies;\\nBut Freedom reigned here undisturbed and calm.\\nHolding an eagle on her snowy palm.\\nXXXIV.\\nThen, as I gazed, it seemed men s hearts became\\nTransparent to me as the crimsoned air.\\nOr as the thin sheet of a subtle flame;\\nAnd I could see the passions working there\\nLike restless serpents; how they went and came,\\nAnd writhed or slept within their fiery lair;\\nSo that I saw the cause of each vibration\\nThat shook the heart-strings of that youthful nation.\\nXXXV.\\nI watched the souls of all that people, when\\nThat train of fiends did thitherward repair;\\nI saw old creeping Avarice crouch therein.\\nLike a caged panther; and his grizzled hair", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094104\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChoked up the springs of Virtue, so that men\\nWere proud the Devil s livery to wear,\\nAnd did begin to count and calculate\\nThat Union s value which had made them great.\\nXXXVL\\nI saw red Rashness and Ambition urge\\nMen to ill deeds for office; with a wing\\nLike the free eagle s, lo! they swift emerge\\nFrom the dens and caves of earth, and upward spring,\\nWith daring flight; but like the baffled surge.\\nThat doth against a rock its masses fling,\\nThey are repelled; some great, calm, kingly eye\\nWithers their plumes; a little while they fly,\\nXXXVII.\\nAnd then, still striving with their shrivelled wings.\\nDrop on the earth, and in each cankered soul\\nPale Disappointment crouches. Envy clings,\\nRage, Hate, Despair at the sweet sunlight scowl,\\nRevenge and fiery Anger dart their stings\\nInto themselves, and with the sharp pain howl;\\nThen forth these patriots go, a motley brood.\\nAnd preach sedition to the multitude.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Lwrnm\\nSTATUE OF GEN. ALBERT PIKE.\\nErected in Washington, D. C,\\nin 1899.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094105\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXXXVIII.\\nThen Faction and the Lust for office shook\\nTheir filthy wings over the whole land, lighting\\nOn hill and plain, bj^ river, lake and brook\\nThe fires of discord, and new hates exciting;\\nAnd lean Corruption sneaked in every nook.\\nWith Avarice s hoards to crime inviting;\\nTill men no longer saw that glittering Star,\\nThe Constitution, shining from afar.\\nXXXIX.\\nFanaticism preached a new crusade,\\nAnd Bigotry damned slavery as a crime;\\nIntolerance, brandishing his murderous blade.\\nDenounced the Southron in bad prose and rhyme;\\nThe Pulpit preached rebellion; men, dismayed,\\nSaw the red portents of a bloody time\\nBurn ominous upon the Northern sky,\\nAnd sword -like comets, threatening, blaze on high.\\nXL.\\nTreason, without disguise, all clad in mail.\\nStalked boldly over the distracted land:\\nCries of Disunion swelled on every gale;\\nThe Ship of State drew near the rocky strand,\\n8\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094106\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith rent sails, through the lightning and the hail;\\nHer mariners a reckless, drunken band;\\nAnd Freedom, shuddering, closed her eyes, and left\\nTheir vessel on the weltering seas to drift.\\nXLI.\\nThen Anarchy turned loose his maddened steed.\\nWhose iron hoofs went clanging through the land,\\nFilling men s hearts with fear and shapeless dread;\\nThen leaped on board, and with audacious hand,\\nGrasped he the helm, and turned the vessel s head\\nToward unknown seas, and, at his fierce command.\\nThrough the red foam and howling waves, the dark,\\nIll-visaged mariners to ruin sailed the barque.\\nXLII.\\nI shuddered for a time, and looked again,\\nWatching the day of that eventful dawn;\\nWild War had broken his adamantine chain,\\nBestrid the steed of Anarchy, and drawn\\nHis bloody scimiter; a fierj^ rain\\nOf blood poured on the land, and scorched the corn;\\nWild shouts, mad cries, and frequent trumpets rang.\\nAnd iron hoofs thundered with constant clang.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094107\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXLIII.\\nI saw and heard uo more, for I did faiut,\\nAnd would have fallen to the earth, had not\\nAriel stooped and caught me as I went.\\nHe raised the sail, and left that fearful spot;\\nAnd while into the soft, cool air I leant,\\nDrinking the wind that followed the swift boat,\\nHe said to me, with gentle voice and clear,\\nRinging like tones ^eolian in my ear:\\nXLIV.\\nThou has not seen the woes that are to come,\\nThe long, dark days, that lengthen into years,\\nThe reign of rapine, when the laws are dumb.\\nThe bloody fields, the hearth -stones wet with tears;\\nThe starving children, wrangling for a crumb.\\nThe cries of ravished maidens, that God hears,\\nAnd does not heed, the blackened walls that stand\\nAmid the graves, through all the wasted land.\\nXLV.\\nGo, tell your misled people the sad fate.\\nThe bitter woes and sharp calamities,\\nThat in the swiftly -coming Future wait;\\nThe fruit of Faction s sordid villainies.,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094108\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf discord and dissension, greed and hate,\\nAnd all that in man base and brutal is;\\nUnless they guard, with sleepless vigilance.\\nTheir liberties against such dire mischance.\\nXL VI.\\nHe said no more; meanwhile we kept along\\nThe elemental greenness of the ocean,\\nWhose great breast throbbed and trembled with the strong\\nStern pulses of its vibratory motion;\\nAcross still bays, mid many a tangled throng\\nOf misty isles, sleeping like sweet devotion\\nIn woman s heart, bordered with low white shores,\\nRunning off inland with green level floors.\\nXLVII.\\nWe saw grey water-plants that fanned the deep.\\nWith golden hair, far down beneath the boat;\\nCaverns, shell -paven, where the Naiads sleep;\\nClouds of thick light through the great Vast that float\\nGreat emerald -rifts, wherein the ripples keep\\nA constant murmur of seolic notes;\\nBroad beds of coral, rosy as the Dawn,\\nThe radiant sea -flowers thick on many a lawn.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094109\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nXL VIII.\\nAnd then we left the boat, and quick descended,\\nThrough the clear air, as we had first arisen.\\nUnto my home, wherein I found extended\\nThat which again became my sad soul s prison;\\nThen with a brief adieu he upward wended.\\nWhile far behind long lines of light did glisten;\\nLeaving me meditating on my dream.\\nWhich still like deep and dark reality doth seem.\\n1833.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "ODE TO THE MOCKING-BIRD.\\nThou glorious mocker of the world! I hear\\nThy many voices ringing through the glooms\\nOf these green solitudes; and all the clear,\\nBright joyance of their song enthralls the ear,\\nAnd floods the heart. Over the sphered tombs\\nOf vanished nations rolls thy music -tide:\\nNo light from History s starlit page illumes\\nThe memory of these nations: They have died:\\nNone care for them but thou; and thou mayst sing.\\nOver me, too, perhaps, as thy notes ring\\nOver their bones by whom thou once wast deified.\\nGlad scorner of all cities! Thou dost leave\\nThe world s mad turmoil and incessant din,\\nWhere none in others honesty believe.\\nWhere the old sigh, the young turn gray and grieve.\\nWhere misery gnaws the maiden s heart within;\\nThou fleest far into the dark green woods.\\nWhere, with thy flood of music, thou canst win\\nTheir heart to harmony, and where intrudes\\nNo discord on thy melodies. Oh, where.\\nAmong the sweet musicians of ihe air.\\nIs one so dear as thou to these old solitudes?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Ill\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHa! what a burst was that! The ^olian strain\\nGoes floating through the tangled passages\\nOf the still woods; and now it comes again,\\nA multitudinous melody, like a rain\\nOf glassy music under echoing trees,\\nClose by a ringing lake. It wraps the soul\\nWith a bright harmony of happiness,\\nEven as a gem is wrapped, when round it roll\\nThin waves of crimson flame; till we become.\\nWith the excess of perfect pleasure, dumb.\\nAnd pant like a swift runner clinging to the goal.\\nI cannot love the man who doth not love,\\nAs men love light, the songs of happy birds;\\nFor the first visions that ray boy -heart wove.\\nTo fill its sleep with, were that I did rove\\nThrough the fresh woods, what time the snowy herds\\nOf morning clouds shrunk from the advancing sun,\\nInto the depths of Heaven s blue heart, as words\\nFrom the Poet s lips float gently, one by one.\\nAnd vanish in the human heart; and then\\nI revelled in such songs, and sorrowed, when.\\nWith noon-heat overwrought, the music-gush was done.\\nI would, sweet bird, that I might live with thee,\\nAmid the eloquent grandeur of these shades.\\nAlone with Nature! but it may not be:\\nI have to struggle with the stormy sea", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094112\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf human life until existence fades\\nInto death s darkness. Thou wilt sing and soar\\nThrough the thick woods and shadow -chequered glades,\\nWhile pain and sorrow cast no dimness o er\\nThe brilliance of thy heart; but I must wear,\\nAs now, ray garments of regret and care,\\nAs penitents of old their galling sackcloth wore.\\nYet, why complain? What though fond hopes deferred\\nHave overshadowed Life s green i)aths with gloom?\\nContent s soft music is not all unheard:\\nThere is a voice sweeter than thine, sweet bird.\\nTo welcome me, within my humble home;\\nThere is an eye, with love s devotion bright,\\nThe datkness of existence to illume.\\nThen why complain? When Death shall cast his blight\\nOver the spirit, my cold bones shall rest\\nBeneath these trees; and from thy swelling breast\\nOver them pour thy song, like a rich flood of light.\\n1834.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "AN EVENING CONVERSATION.\\nOne day last Spring, one sunny afternoon,\\nLapt in contented indolence, I lay\\nWithin a pillared circle of old trees;\\nDeep -bedded in the smooth luxurious sward.\\nThat, fed by dropping dew and faithful shade,\\nGrew green and thick under the stout, strong oaks.\\nAround me the broad trees kept watch and ward.\\nSwinging their foreheads slowly in the air,\\nGreen islets in an eddying overflow\\nOf amber light. Among the emerald leaves\\nThe broken waves from that enfolding sea\\nStruggled to reach the young birds in their nests.\\nAs truth strives earnestly to reach the heart.\\nOften repulsed, yet still endeavouring.\\nOne strip of light lay on the level grass,\\nLike a thin drift of pearl -snow, tinged with rose.\\nThere I had lain since noon, stretched out at ease,\\nReading, by turns, in this and that old book.\\nFuller, Montaigne, and good Sir Thomas Browne,\\nFelthara and Herbert. Mingling with the light,\\nAs in a song mingle two girls sweet voices,\\nThe song of many a mad bird floated up.\\nDazzling my ears, to the high empyrean.\\nBreaking upon the blue sky s western beach,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094114\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFlung upward from the throbbing sea below,\\nThe waves of light and cloud foamed up in spray,\\nStained by the sun with all his richest colours,\\nSapphire and sardonyx: floating forth, perfumes\\nFrom rose and jasmine wandered wide abroad,\\nInto the meadow, and along the creek.\\nThat dances joyfully along its bed\\nOf silver sand and pebbles, through the glade.\\nAnd like a child, frightened at sudden dusk.\\nStops, still as death, under you dark gray crag.\\nOf thunder -scarred and overhanging rock.\\nWhere in deep holes lurks the suspicious trout.\\nThe locust-trees, with honey- dropping blooms.\\nTempted the bees; that, darting to and fro,\\nGrew rich apace with their abundant spoil\\nAnd the magnolia, with its sweet perfume.\\nWithin large circle loaded all the air.\\nMy children played around me on the grass,\\nSad rogues, that interrupted much my thought.\\nAnd did perplex my reading, one in chief,\\nA little chattering girl with bright brown eyes.\\nScarce taught to speak distinctly, but my pet.\\nAs she well knew, and of it took advantage.\\nWhile there I lay, reading in idle mood,\\nI heard a step along the shaded walk.\\nWhere the clematis and the climbing rose.\\nThe honeysuckle and the jasmine turned", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094115\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTheir bright eyes to the sun, an emerald arch,\\nWith golden flowers embroidered. Looking up,\\nI saw approaching, with his kindly smile,\\nAnd outstretched hand, the dearest of my friends.\\nWho played with me in childhood on the sands.\\nAnd on the sounding rocks that fringed the sea.\\nAnd on the green banks of the Merrimac;\\nGrew up with me to manhood, with me left\\nOur ancient home, and many a weary month,\\nFast by my side, still toiled and travelled on.\\nThrough desert, forest, danger, over mountains.\\nAmid wild storms, deep snows, bore much fatigue,\\nHunger and thirst, bravely and like a man.\\nAfter warm welcome kindly interchanged,\\nIdly we stretched ourselves upon the sward.\\nAnd lightly talked of half a hundred things,\\nEach with a little head upon his arm,\\nWhose bright eyes looked as gravely into ours,\\nAs though they understood our large discourse:\\nUntil at length it chanced that Luther said.\\nResponding to some self- congratulation\\nThat bubbled from the fountain of my heart.\\nAt thinking of my humble, happy life:\\nWe are all mariners on this sea of life;\\nAnd they who climb above us up the shrouds.\\nHave only, in their over -topping place,\\nGained a more dangerous station, and foothold", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094lie-\\nMore insecure. The wind, that passeth over,\\nAnd harmeth not the humble crew below,\\nWhistleth amid the shrouds, and shaketh down\\nThese overweening climbers of the ocean.\\nInto the seething waters of the sea.\\nThe humble traveller securely walks\\nAlong green valleys, walled with rocky crags,\\nDeep-buried vales, in Alps or Apennine,\\nBy Titans sentinelled, yet rich with flowers.\\nAnd gushing with cool springs; a cloudless sun\\nLighting his pathway; while the venturous fool.\\nWho climbed the neighboring mountain, sees, aghast\\nThe purple drifts of thunder -shaken cloud\\nRoll foaming over the blue icy crags.\\nOn which his feet slip, -feels the heavy spray\\nDash, roaring like a sea, against his side.\\nAnd bitterly reprents he climbed so high.\\nSharp lightning flashes through the billowy dusk\\nOf the mad tempest. Through the]lonely pines,\\nFar down below him, howls the exulting wind,\\nThe thunder crashes round his dizzy head,\\nAnd smitten by the earthquake s mailed hand\\nThe jut whereon he stands gives way, like Power,\\nAnd down a thousand fathoms headlong falls\\nThe ambitious climber, a bruised, bloody mass,\\nBefore the peaceful traveller below.\\nBetter a quiet life amid our books,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094117\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThan, like mad swimmers in a stormj^ ocean,\\nTo breast the roar and tumult of the world.\\nI think so, too: and I am well content\\nTo lead a peaceful, quiet, humble life.\\nAmong my children and my patient books.\\nDisgrace and danger, like two hungry hounds,\\nRun ever on the track of those who do\\nGood service to their country, or achieve\\nDistinction and a name above their fellows.\\nAnd slander is an ever- current coin.\\nEasy of utterance as pure gold, deep -stamped\\nWith the king s image, in the mint of Truth.\\nWhat service to his country can one do,\\nIn the wild warfare of the present age!\\nTo gain success, the masses must be swayed;\\nTo sway the masses, one must be well skilled\\nAnd dexterous with the weapons of the trade.\\nWho fights the gladiator without skill.\\nFights without arms. Why! he must lie and cheat\\nBy fair pretences, double and turn at will.\\nProfess whatever doctrine suits the time.\\nJuggle and trick with w^ords, in everything\\nBe a base counterfeit, and fawn and crouch\\nUpon the level of the baser sort.\\nI love the truth, because it is the Truth,\\nAnd care not whether it be profitable.\\nOr if the common palate relish it.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094118\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf all things most I hate the Plausible:\\nAn open knave s an open enemy;\\nBut sleek Pretence witli the stilletto stabs,\\nAt dusky corners, of a starless night.\\nThe True and Popular are deadly foes,\\nEver at dagger s point, in endless feud.\\nIf one could serve his country by success,\\nOr strengthen her defences, he might well\\nEndure abuse and bitter contumely.\\nSlander and persecution; but to fling\\nOne s self down headlong from the vessel s prow,\\nInto the angry chasms of the deep,\\nWithout a hope to stay the ship s mad course,\\nIs the profoundest folly of the time.\\nBehold how nobly sets the Imperial Sun!\\nThe golden glories of his mellow rays\\nOn the green meadow -level fall aslant;\\nOn either side, the crests of snowy cloud.\\nWith crimson inter- penetrated, shrink\\nAnd yield him room: no dusky bar obscures\\nThe broad maguiticence of his wide eye;\\nThough farther south, dark as a cataract\\nOf thundering waters, a great cloud lets down\\nIts curtain to the blue horizon s edge;\\nWhile, here and there, a wing of snowy foam,\\nUpon its front, glints like the shining sail\\nOf some aerial shallop, fleeing swift", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094119\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAlong the surfarce of the tranquil deep.\\nWill truth at any time shine broadly forth,\\nEven as the sun shines, with no cloud of Error\\nTo intercept a single glorious ray?\\nTruth is omnipotent, and will prevail;\\nAnd Public Justice certain.\\nAye, my friend!\\nA great man said so. T is a noble thought.\\nNobly expressed; itself a creed complete.\\nBut in what sense is Truth omnipotent.\\nAnd at what time is Public Justice certain?\\nTruth Vv^ill avenge herself, for every wrong.\\nAnd for all treason to her majesty.\\nUpon the nation or the individual,\\nThat doth the wrong, by those grave consequences,\\nWhich do, from falsehood or in deed or word,\\nBy law inflexible result. The cause\\nWhy nations do so often topple down.\\nLike avalanches, from their eminence.\\nWhy men do slink into disastrous graves,\\nIn the stern sentence hath been well expressed;\\nYe would not know the truth or follow it.\\nTruth has the power to vindicate itself;\\nBut to convince all men that t is the truth.\\nIs far beyond its reach: and public virtue\\nAnd public service eminent, are paid.\\nIn life, by obloquy and contumely.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094120\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut, after death, by large obsequies,\\nAnd monuments and mausolea. Thus\\nIs public justice certain. We regard\\nWith slight observance and a careless glance,\\nThe Sun that now has closed his radiant eye.\\nBelow the dim horizon s dusky verge,\\nSo long as we behold him in the heavens,\\nAnd know that (iod s Omnipotence compels\\nHis due return. We give no earnest thanks\\nOf heartfelt gratitude -for this great gift\\nOf light, the largest blessing of them all.\\nLo! he has sunk beneath the glassy sea\\nOf the broad prairie, whose great emerald lid\\nShuts slowly over him. If never more\\nThat glorious orb should rise to light the earth.\\nMen, staggering blindly through unnatural night,\\nWould understand the blessing they had lost,\\nAnd public justice would be done the Sun,\\nAfter a long, dark night, a starless night.\\nIn which the thin moon early struggled down\\nTo where the sky and desert met together.\\nPlunging with hard endeavor through the surf\\nAnd spray that gloomed along the tortured heaven\\nAfter a long, dark night of storm and sleet.\\nThe daylight comes with slow and feeble steps.\\nHow imperceptibly the Dawn begins,\\nAfter the storm has sobbed itself asleep.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094121\\nTo shine upon the ej^elids of the East.\\nBy slow degrees the distant snowy crests\\nOf the great mountains, where, for age on age,\\nTempests have vainly thundered, are discerned\\nUpheaving their dim heads among the clouds.\\nThe straining eye then makes the contour out\\nOf the near forests. Then a rosy mist\\nSpreads like a blush upon the purple clouds\\nBecoming by degrees a crimson light;\\nUntil, at last, after a weary watch,\\nKept by cold voyagers on disastrous seas,\\nOr storm -vexed travellers on wide desert plains.\\nThe broad sun rushes through the eddying mist,\\nFlinging it off, as from a frigate s prow\\nFlash back the sparkling waves. The wakened world,\\nGladdened with light, rejoices in her strength.\\nAnd men adore the imperatorial Sun.\\nSo shall it be with Truth. Long Ages are\\nThe minutes of her twilight. The white sails\\nOf the Dawn s boat are crimsoned by her light.\\nWhere it lies rocking near the eastern strand,\\nWaiting a pilot to assume the helm,\\nAnd steer it round the circle of the sky;\\nFor Truth below the horizon lingers yet.\\nBut after you and I are dead and cold,\\nOur bones all mouldered to a little dust,\\n9-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "122\\nOur monuments all crumbled into clay,\\nShe, like the sun, shall rise and light the world,\\nNever to set. The humblest man has power\\nTo accelerate her coming; and the words\\nWe speak or write, in that effect shall live\\nLong after we are gathered to the dead.\\nThought shakes the world, as the strong earthquake s tread\\nShakes the old mountains and the impatient sea.\\nEach written word, teaching the humblest truth,\\nNo matter in what homely garb arrayed.\\nIs one of those uncounted myriad drops\\nThat make the stream of Thought, which first sprung forth\\nA slender, feeble rill, when all the earth\\nWas dark as midnight, from the inmost caves\\nAnd deep recesses of the human mind.\\nWhere it was born. Think you one drop is lost\\nOf all by which that stream has grown so great!\\nNo longer trickling over the gray rocks,\\nOr foaming over precipice and crag.\\nIt rolls along, a broad, deep, tranquil stream.\\nResistless in calm energy and strength.\\nThrough the wide plains, and feels the giant pulse,\\n(So near it is to universal power).\\nOf Ocean throbbing in its great blue heart.\\nLet us work on! for surely it is true\\nThat none work faithfully without result.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094123\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat if we do uot the result perceive?\\nGod sees it; it is present now, to Him:\\nSo that we know our labour is not lost.\\nContent you friend! I shall not cease to work.\\nI am the harnessed champion of Truth,\\nCuirassed and greaved, sworn to her glorious cause,\\nWith Beauty s favor glittering in my helm.\\nBut henceforth I shall labour in the peace\\nAnd quietness of my beloved home.\\nNo good is wrought by mingling in the fray\\nOf party -war. Under these kingly trees,\\nEncouraged by mj^ children s loving eyes.\\nSoothed to serene and self-possessed content,\\nBy all the sights and sounds that bless me here,\\nWill I work ever in her noble cause.\\nThe words of Truth should flow upon the ears\\nOf the unwilling world, until it heeds:\\nEven as the crystal waters of our spring.\\nThat, night and day, all seasons of the year.\\nIndifferent to censure or to praise.\\nSeen and unseen, singing their quiet tune,\\nLeap joyfully over its grassy brim.\\nStarred with bright flowers; rain on the thankful sward,\\nWhere now the almond drops its rosy gems,\\nAnd the syriuga trails its drooping twigs,\\nFringed thickly with its small and snowy blooms;\\nAnd murmuring their gratitude to God,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094124\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFlow onward, seeking patiently the sea;\\nNot other now, than when, for many an age.\\nPrimaeval forests hid it from all sight,\\nSave the fond stars; no lip bent down to drink;\\nAnd since creation s morning, not an eye\\nOf man had seen it. T is a pregnant lesson.\\nI see its waters gleaming in the light\\nOf the young moon, and hear the slender sound\\nOf the stirred pebbles in its narrow bed.\\nIf men would do their duty, like the springs,\\nCommitting the result and their reward\\nTo God, who loveth all, the golden age,\\nThat most delicious fable of old rhyme,\\nWould come indeed.\\nI, for my single self.\\nShall still live on in this, the peaceful calm\\nAnd golden ease of my dear humble home\\nAs in the sheltered harbor of some isle.\\nEnclosed by southern seas, the storm -worn ship\\nEscaped the waves, old ocean s hungry hounds,\\nThat cry and chafe without, furls all her sails,\\nAnd sleeps within the shadow of the trees.\\nRocked by the undulations caused by storm,\\nThat vexes all the ocean round the isle.\\nHere will I make myself a golden age.\\nHere live content, and happier than a king.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094125\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNor bird that swings and sleeps in his small nest,\\nNor bee that revels in the jasmine-blooms,\\nNor humming-bird, that robs the honeysuckle,\\nNor cricket, nested under the warm hearth,\\nShall sing or work more cheerfully than I.\\nWith this, the moon, opening one azure lid.\\nHad sometime poured her light ui)on the birds,\\nAmong the green leaves of the ancient oaks;\\nThe drops rained thick upon the bright green grass.\\nFrom the spring s brim, like a swift silver hail;\\nThe meadow seemed a wide, clear, level lake\\nOf molten silver, by her alchemy;\\nThe shoulders of the northern mountains glittered\\nWith a new glory, and one splintered peak\\nShot up in bold relief against the sky.\\nWith one large star resting npon his crown,\\nA beacon-light on a Titanic tower.\\nAround that peak, to north and east stretched out\\nThe line of dusky forest, far away.\\nBounding the prairie like a rampart there.\\nWith curtain, bastion, scarp and counterscarp.\\nThe thick stars smiled upon the laughing earth.\\nAs bright and cheerful as a young child s eyes.\\nThe thin leaves, shaken by the southern wind,\\nMurmured in night s pleased ear. The light dew fell\\nOn bud and flower; and, wakened by the moon.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094126\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe locust and the katydid sang loud\\nAnd shrill within the shadows of the trees.\\nWhile in the thorn -tree, growing near the spring,\\nHid in the drifted snow of its white blooms,\\nThe merry mimic of our southern woods\\nPoured out large waves of gushing melody.\\nThat overflowed the meadow many a rood.\\nAnd undulated through the pillared trees.\\nOur little audience, fallen fast asleep.\\nReminded us of home. So we arose,\\nAnd slowly walking to the house, there sat\\nNear the large windows, where the moon shone in\\nUpon the carpets, and the Spring s warm breath,\\nSweet as a girl s, came heavy with perfume;\\nAnd, with a bottle of bright, sparkling wine.\\nFrom sunny France, and fitful conversation.\\nSustained awhile, then dying into silence,\\nProlonged our sitting far into the night.\\n1845.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE VOYAGE OF LIFE.\\nOur shallop, long with tempest tried,\\nFloats calmly down life s tranquil tide;\\nBlue skies are laughing overhead.\\nThe river sparkles in its bed;\\nThe sunbeams from the waters glancing,\\nOn the white canvas flashing glisten;\\nThe small waves round our vessel dancing,\\nMelt and dissolve in silver foam.\\nAnd we, in our frail home,\\nTo the charmed water -music listen.\\nWe and our little children float,\\nDreaming, in this enchanted boat:\\nA gentle and propitious gale.\\nFollows, and fills the snowy sail,\\nFrom spicy Southern wildernesses,\\nAnd thickets of acacia blowing,\\nWhere dewy morning s golden tresses,\\nShine through the darkling purple gloom\\nAnd, loaded with perfume,\\nThe sea of air is overflowing.\\nGreat trees their branches overhead\\nThrust forth, with flowers thick -garlanded;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094128\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd while our little bark we steer\\nThrough the bright rosy atmosphere,\\nThe thick leaves murmuringly quiver;\\nThe golden sunlight, floating, flashes\\nOn green isles jewelling the river.\\nOn whose smooth, silver- sanded shore,\\nFoaming up evermore,\\nThe current musically plashes.\\nBut westward a dark, frowning cloud\\nVeils the bright river, like a shroud;\\nWhere, wandering under unknown skies,\\nIts course is hidden from our eyes.\\nWe only know that onward ever,\\nLapsing with fluctuating motion.\\nThe mighty and majestic river,\\nTo where the sunset glories fade,\\nThrough changing light and shade\\nRuns to Eternity s broad ocean.\\nBetween what bleak and desert shores,\\nDown what harsh cataracts it pours.\\nOver what rocks and treacherous shoals.\\nThe fretted river hoarsely rolls,\\nWe know not: We are in God s keeping:\\nHe loves and will protect us ever.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094129\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNow, while our little ones are sleeping,\\nKneel we in earnest prayer to Him\\nTo guide us through the dim\\nAnd unknown perils of Life s river.\\n1845.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "SPRING.\\nO, thou delicious Spring!\\nNursed in the lap of thin and subtle showers,\\nRaining from clouds exhaled from dews that cling\\nTo odorous beds of rare and fragrant flowers,\\nAnd honeysuckle bowers.\\nThat over grassy walks their tendrils fling:\\nCome, gentle spring!\\nThou lover of soft winds!\\nThat wander from the invisible upper sea\\nWhose foam the clouds are, when young May unbinds\\nHer dewey hair, and with sweet sympathj\\nMakes crisp leaves dance with glee,\\nEven in the teeth of that old sober hind,\\nWinter unkind.\\nCome to us for thou art\\nLike the pure love of children, gentle Spring,\\nFilling with delicate pleasure the lone heart;\\nOr like a modest virgin s welcoming;\\nAnd thou dost bring\\nFair skies, soft breezes, bees upon the wing.\\nLow murmuring.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094131\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRed Autumu, from the South,\\nContends with thee. What beauty can he show?\\nWhat are his purple -stained and rosy mouth,\\nAnd nut-brown cheeks, to thy soft feet of snow,\\nAnd exquisite fresh glow,\\nThy timid flowers, in their sweet virgin growth\\nAnd modest youth?\\nHale Summer follows thee,\\nBut not with beauty delicate as thine;\\nAll things that live rejoice thy face to see;\\nBut when he comes, they pant for heat, and pine\\nFor Arctic ice, and wine\\nThick-frozen, sipped under a shady tree,\\nWith dreams of thee.\\nCome, sit upon our hills,\\nWake the chilled brooks, and send them down their side,\\nTo make the valleys smile with sparkling rills;\\nAnd when the stars into their places glide,\\nAnd Dian sits in pride,\\nI, too, will breathe thine influence that thrills\\nThe grassy hills.\\nAlas! sweet Spring! not long\\nWilt thou remain, lament thee as we may;\\nFor as rude Summer waxes stout and strong.\\nThou wilt grow thin and pale, and fade away", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094132\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAs dreams flit, scared at day;\\nThou wilt no more to us or earth belong,\\nExcept iu song.\\nSo I, who sing, shall die.\\nWorn thin and pale, perhaps, by care and sorrow;\\nAnd, fainting, with a soft, unconscious sigh.\\nBid unto this poor body that I borrow,\\nA long good-by, to-morrow\\nTo enjoy, I hope, eternal Spring on high,\\nBeyond the sky.\\n1829.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "AULD LANG SYNE.\\nShould auld acquentanee be forgot,\\nAnd never brought to min\\nShould auld acquentanee be forgot,\\nAnd Auld Lang Syne?\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, my Jo!\\nFor Auld Lang Syne;\\nWe ll tak a cup o kindness yet\\nFor Auld Lang Syne.\\nAn surely ye ll your glasses fill,\\nAn surely I ll fill mine,\\nAn we ll tak a right gude willy-wought\\nFor Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nTis mony a year sin first we met,\\nWi song an jest an wine.\\nAnd aft we saw the day-star rise\\nIn Auld Lang Syne,\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094134\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWe a hae had our ups an doons,\\nGreat sorrows, joys divine;\\nAnd some hae won, and some hae lost,\\nSin Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nAnd some hae foemen been, and charged\\nIn column and in line,\\nEach fighting for his flag and faith,\\nAnd Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nAnd they who lost, nae malice bear.\\nNor murmur nor repine;\\nAnd they who won, the losers luve.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nAnd some hae seen the simmer sun\\nOn mony a broad land shine.\\nAnd wandered mony a weary foot,\\nSin Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nThe laurel and the cypress on\\nSome grassy graves entwine,\\nWhere those are laid who lo ed us weel\\nIn Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094135\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd some we luve, in foreign lands\\nTo see their ain land pine,\\nAnd backward look, wi fond regret.\\nTo Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nWe a hae had our luves and hates\\nThe hates we a resign,\\nBut keep the luves a fresh and green,\\nFor Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nAn there s a han each trusty frien\\nAnd gi e s a han o thine!\\nAn we ll tak a right gude- willy wought,\\nFor Auld Lang Syne.\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc.\\nAn when we shut the book o life.\\nAn a of earth resign.\\nThe memories shall, if sad, be sweet.\\nOf Auld Lang Syne.=\\nFor Auld Lang Syne, etc\\n1869.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "THE STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM.\\nThe Ancient Wrong rules many a land, whose groans\\nRise swarming to the stars by day and night,\\nThronging with mournful clamour round the thrones\\nWhere the Archangels sit in God s great light.\\nAnd, pitying, mourn to see that Wrong still reigns.\\nAnd tortured Nations writhe in galling chains.\\nFrom Hungary and France fierce cries go up\\nAnd beat against the portals of the skies;\\nLashed Italy still drinks the bitter cup.\\nAnd Germany in abject stupor lies;\\nThe knout on Poland s bloody shoulders rings,\\nAnd Time is all one jubilee of kings.\\nIt will not be so always. Through the night\\nThe suffering multitudes with joy descry\\nBeyond the ocean a great beacon -light.\\nFlashing its rays into their starless sky,\\nAnd teaching them to struggle and be free,\\nThe light of Order, Law, and Liberty.\\nTake heart, ye bleeding Nations; and your chains\\nShall shiver like thin glass. The dawn is near,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094137\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen Earth shall feel, through all her aged veins\\nThe new blood pouring; and her drowsy ear\\nHear Freedom s trumpet ringing in the sky,\\nCalling her braves to conquer or to die.\\nArm and revolt, and let the hunted stags\\nAgainst the lordly lions stand at bay!\\nEach pass, Thermopylae, and all the crags,\\nYoung Freedom s fortresses! and soon the day\\nShall come when Right shall rule, and round the thrones\\nThat gird God s feet shall eddy no more groans.\\n1853.\\n10\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "NIGHT ON THE ARKANSA.^\\nNight comes upon the Arkansa with swift stride,\\nIts dark and turbid waters roll along,\\nBearing wrecked trees and drift, deep, red, and wide.\\nThe heavy forests sleeps on either side,\\nTo the water s edge low -stooping; and among\\nThe patient stars the moon her lamp has hung.\\nLit with the spirit of the buried sun.\\nNo blue waves dance the stream s dark bosom on,\\nGlittering like beauty s sparkling starry tears;\\nNo crest of foam, crowning the river dun.\\nIts misty ridge of frozen light uprears:\\nOne sole relief in the great void appears\\nA dark, blue ridge, set sharp against the sky,\\nBeyond the forest s utmost boundary.\\nNot so wast thou, 0, brave old Merrimac!\\nAs I remember thee; as thou art seen\\nBy the Soul s eyes, when, dreaming, I go back\\nTo my old home, and see the small boats tack\\nOn thy blue waters, gliding swift between\\nThe old gray rocks that o er them fondly lean.\\nTheir foreheads scarred with lightning. There, around\\n*The author spelled Arkansas without the final s, as it appears\\nhere, in his privately printed volume of poems, and it seems to have\\nbeen the customary siielling then.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094ISO-\\nGrim capes the surly waterswhirl and bound;\\nAnd here and there grave patriarchal trees\\nPersuade the grass to clothe the reluctant ground\\nAnd frowning banks with green. Still villages\\nSleep in the embraces of the cool sea-breeze:\\nAh, brave old stream! thou seemest to infold\\nMy heart within thy waters, as of old.\\n1838.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "MY NATIVE LAND, MY TENNESSEE.\\n[WRITTEN FOR MRS. WASHINGTON BARROW.]\\nThe Sunset flings upon the Sea\\nIts golden gush of life and light;\\nThe waves with pleasant melody\\nOn the white sands are sparkling bright;\\nOld Ocean, round his many isles,\\nLike a fair infant sleeping smiles;\\nSo would I sleep, and dream of thee,\\nMy own, my native land, my Tennessee!\\nTall mountains with their snowy cones.\\nFar inland, bathed in sunshine, blaze;\\nLike gray -haired giants on their thrones.\\nCrowned with the young dawn s golden rays.\\nToward them I lean, and fain would lie\\nGuarded by those that pierce thy sky,\\nThou dearest land on earth to me.\\nMy own, my native laud, my Tennessee!\\nLandward and swift the sea-bird flies,\\nDipping his strong and nervous wings\\nIn the blue waves, as home he hies,\\nA truant from his wanderings.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094141\\nHe goes to seek his geutle mate,\\nHis young with louging eyes that wait;\\nSo would I fain haste home to thee,\\nMy own, my native land, my Tennessee!\\nExistence! tis but toil and strife,\\nYet I ll not murmur or repine,\\nSo that the Sunset of my life,\\nSweet day! be clear and calm as thine;\\nSo that I take my last, long rest.\\nDear native land, on thy loved breast;\\nLand of the gallant and the free!\\nMy own, my native land, my Tennessee!\\n1839.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "O DEAREST, O DAINTIEST MIGNONNE!\\nO dearest, daintest Mignonne!\\nO Darling! most perfect and rare!\\nWhat one of all Eve s fairest daughters\\nWith Mignonne can claim to compare?\\nYour gray eyes take captive your lovers,\\nYour kisses are each worth a throne;\\nYour dear arms and hands would impassion\\nA statue of Parian stone.\\nYour voice thrills with exquisite pathos.\\nIn every heart that can feel\\nThe magic of song and sweet music,\\nAnd of all that these jointly reveal.\\nYour lips, curled in scorn, are delicious,\\nWhen you pout, you are lovelier still,\\nWhen they part, as enchanted I kiss them.\\nMy soul with glad rapture they thrill.\\nYour bosom we see but its contour.\\nAnd dream of its beauties divine;\\nSo was Paradise closed against Adam,\\nAs Love veils his holiest shrine.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094143\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTour dear little lillj -stem fingers\\nWeave nets for the catching of hearts;\\nYour tresses make fetters to bind them,\\nThe slaves of your mischievous arts.\\nYour little feet make sweetest music,\\nYour ankle one s fingers can span;\\nWhat exquisite charms do you hide from\\nThe eyes of inquisitive man!\\nMy heart struggles hard in your meshes,\\nLike a bird in a merciless hand;\\nI m your captive, your servant, your bondman,\\nObedient to every command.\\nCapricious and willful, but loving.\\nOffended, you quickly forgive;\\nFor you know that I love you so dearly,\\nI must cease, if you do not, to live.\\nYou smile. Heaven s golden gates open,\\nWith light heart all dangers we dare;\\nYou frown, and the gates shut behind us.\\nWe sink in the pit of despair.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094144\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nO dearest, O daintiest Mignonne!\\nO Darling! most perfect and sweet!\\nOn my heart, if you will, you can trample,\\nFor tis under your delicate feet.\\n1868.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "AFTER THE MIDNIGHT\\nCOMETH MORN.\\n[A SONG, DEDICATED TO SENORITA CAROLINA CASSARD.]\\nThe Years come, and the Years go,\\nAnd the leaves of life keep falling,\\nQueridita!\\nAnd across the sunless river s flow.\\nWith accents soft and whisper s low.\\nThe friends long lost are calling,\\nQueridita\\nWhile Autumn his red glory wears.\\nAnd clouds oppress the sky, like cares:\\nBwl the old griefs die, and new joys are horn,\\nAnd always after Midnight cometh Morn.\\nThe Years wake, and the Years sleep,\\nAnd the Past is full of sorrow,\\nQueridita\\nThe thoughtless laughs and the thoughtful weeps,\\nAnd each the fruit of his follies reaps,\\nFor To-day is the Fate of To-morrow,\\nQueridita\\nBut new loves tempt us to forget\\nThe old, and old friends love us yet:\\nSo the old griefs die, and new joys are horn,\\nAnd ahvays after Midnight cotneth Morn.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094146\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Years laugh, and the Years sigh,\\nBut the flowers for you are blowing,\\nQueridita\\nAs Girlhood s days go dancing by,\\nAnd Womanhood s blithe May is nigh,\\nWith hopes and fancies glowing,\\nQueridita\\nWhile Love his nets for you prepares,\\nAnd lurks to catch you unawares;\\nAnd the old griefs die, and new joys are horn,\\nAnd always after Midnight cometh Morn.\\nThe Years live, and the Years die.\\nAnd all they touch they sadden,\\nQueridita\\nBut still the heart can Time defy,\\nHope still with purple flush our sky.\\nAnd sober friendship gladden,\\nQueridita\\nAnd well as we have loved before,\\nIn Autumn we can love once more:\\nFor the old griefs die, and neiv joys are horn,\\nAnd always after Midnight cometh Morn.\\nQuerida mia! 1870.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOWED HEART.\\nLACHRYMJE PONDERA VOCIS HABENT.\\nTRISTIS ERIS, SI SOLUS ERIS: DOMINIQUE RELICTS\\nANTE OCULOS FACIES STABIT, XJT IPSA, TUOUS.\\nThou art lost to me forever! I have lost thee, Isadore!\\nThy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more;\\nThy tender eyes will never more look fondly into mine,\\nNor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly entwine,\\nThou are lost to me forever, Isadore!\\nThou art dead and gone, dear loving wife, thy heart is\\nstill and cold,\\nAnd mine, benumbed with wretchedness, is prematurely old:\\nOf our whole world of love and joy thou wast the only\\nlight,\\nA star, whose setting left behind, ah me! how dark a\\nnight!\\nThou art lost to me forever, Isadore!\\nThe vines and flowers we planted, Love, I tend with anx-\\nious care,\\nAnd yet they droop and fade away, as though they wanted\\nair:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094148\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThey cannot live without thine eyes to feed them with\\ntheir light:\\nSince thy hands ceased to train them, Love, they cannot\\ngrow aright;\\nThou art lost to them forever, Isadore!\\nOur little ones inquire of me, where is their mother gone,\\nWhat answer can I make to them, except with tears alone?\\nFor if I say, To Heaven, then the poor things wish to\\nlearn\\nHow far it is, and where, and when their mother will\\nreturn\\nThou art lost to them forever, Isadore!\\nOur happy home has now become a lonely, silent place;\\nLike Heaven without its stars it is, without thy blessed\\nface\\nOur little ones are still and sad; none love them now\\nbut I,\\nExcept their mother s spirit, which I feel is always nigh!\\nThou lovest us in Heaven, Isadore!\\nTheir merry laugh is heard no more, they neither run nor\\nplay,\\nBut wander round like little ghosts, the long, long Sum-\\nmer-day:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094149\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe spider weaves his web across the windows at his will,\\nThe flowers I gathered for thee last are on the mantel still,\\nThou art lost to me forever, Isadore!\\nRestless I pace our lonely rooms, I play our songs no\\nmore,\\nThe garish Sun shines flauntingly upon the unswept floor;\\nThe mocking-bird still sits and sings, melancholy\\nstrain\\nFor my heart is like an Autumn -cloud that overflows\\nwith rain;\\nThou art lost to me forever, Isadore!\\nAlas! how changed is all, dear wife, from that sweet eve\\nin Spring,\\nWhen first my love for thee was told, and thou to me\\ndidst cling.\\nThy sweet eyes radiant through their tears, pressing thy\\nlips to mine.\\nIn our old arbor, Dear, beneath the over -arching vine;\\nThose lips are cold forever, Isadore!\\nThe moonlight struggled through the leaves, and fell upon\\nthy face,\\nSo lovingly upturning there, with pure and trustful gaze;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094150\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Southern breezes murmured through the dark cloud\\nof thy hair,\\nAs like a happy child thou didst in my arms nestle there;\\nDeath holds thee now forever, Isadore!\\nThy love and faith so plighted then, with mingled smile\\nand tear,\\nWas never broken. Darling, while we dwelt together here:\\nNor bitter word, nor dark, cold look thou ever gavest me\\nLoving and trusting always, as I loved and worshipped\\nthee;\\nThou art lost to me forever, Isadore!\\nThou wast my nurse in sickness, and my comforter in health,\\nSo gentle and so constant, when our love was all our wealth:\\nThy voice of music cheered me. Love, in each despondent hour,\\nAs Heaven s sweet honey -dew consoles the bruised and\\nbroken flower;\\nThou art lost to me forever, Isadore!\\nThou art gone from me forever; I have lost thee, Isadore!\\nAnd desolate and lonely I shall be forevermore:\\nOur children hold me. Darling, or I to God should pray\\nTo let me cast the burthen of this long, dark life away.\\nAnd see thy face in Heaven, Isadore!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE DEAD CHASE.\\nA LEGEND.\\nA morning of early June,\\nThe wind slept cradled in leaves,\\nAnd the throstles were singing a soft low tune,\\nIn the ivy under the eaves.\\nThe silver brooklets murmured\\nSweet music in the grass;\\nAs the faint tones of an organ\\nSwell at the evening mass.\\nThe velvet sward, like a smooth, green sea.\\nGlittered and flashed incessantly,\\nWith dewy diamonds of the dawn,\\nThrough which went springing the spotted fawn;\\nAnd the snake lay idly across the path,\\nThat wound amid the vibrating swath.\\nWithin the deep -green heavy glooms,\\nWere beds of orange and crimson blooms.\\nWhose sweet perfume and odor stole\\nTo the inmost crypts of the grateful soul,\\nLike harmonies faintly heard, that seem\\nThe sweet, sad memories of a dream.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094152\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe lily grew iu the shade,\\nAnd the dew-drop lay in its blossom,\\nLike a rosy diamond, laid\\nOn a virgin s snow} bosom:\\nThe heart of the crimson rose was blushing\\nAt the kisses of the sun\\nLike the cheek of a timid maiden, flushing\\nAfter her heart is won,\\nA wall of cliffs half ringed the dell\\nThat sheltered by it slept;\\nIn one gray crag a hollowed cell\\nNear which a leaping torrent fell.\\nAnd a Hermit his vigils kept.\\nA snowy mountain, close behind,\\nShot upward like a flame.\\nFrom which with a roar like a mighty wind\\nThe headlong river came.\\nA man once proud and stately.\\nNow haggard with despair;\\nWhose scared eyes, straining, seem to see\\nFar off some great calamity;\\nSome terror, darkening all the air.\\nAnd armed with nameless agony.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094153\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe woodlark, from her low nest, toward\\nThe sky shot, like a dart,\\nGladly carolling as she soared\\nInto the sky s blue heart.\\nHe neither heeds, nor hears, nor sees,\\nNature to him is dumb,\\nAnd all her charming coquetries\\nHave odious become.\\nHis face grows dark; no longer now\\nHis soul its dread obeys;\\nHis eyes that full of anguish were,\\nLike a hunted tiger s blaze.\\nA sound came clashing past.\\nOn the wings of the startled air,\\nLike the sound of hoofs that far and fast\\nA reckless rider bear.\\nThe eagle rose from the trackless snows.\\nWhere he sat like a king on his throne;\\nAnd high he flew, where the sunlight through\\nHis dark gray plumage shone;\\nUnfolded his heart in a wild scream there,\\nAnd fanned with his wings the morning air.\\n11\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094154\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA great steed came, like a mighty rain,\\nDown the steep mountain s side;\\nThick as a storm his flowing mane,\\nA horse for a Prince to ride.\\nHe stopped before the Hermit s cell,\\nLike a statue of stone, immovable.\\nAnd near this courser stood\\nA black hound, with fresh blood\\nAbout his feet and upon his jaws;\\nHis teeth v\\\\^ere long, and sharp, and white.\\nLeft by his curling lips in sight;\\nHis strong feet fanged with claws.\\nHe bayed not, and he made no moan,\\nBut beside the steed he sat like stone,\\nAnd looked in the Hermit s eye:\\nWhat want they with the Hermit,\\nThat on him thus thej stare,\\nThat hound so fiery- eyed, that steed,\\nA stern and silent pair?\\nThe Hermit shuddered at the sight.\\nBut never a word he said;\\nOnly his lips became as white\\nAs the marble lips of the dead.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094155\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSlowly he comes to the steed that waits,\\nAs men walk iu their sleep;\\nAs birds that a serpent fascinates\\nInto their jaws do creep.\\nNow springs he upon the courser s back,\\nSaddle and bridle none;\\nThe hound has risen, and, bajdng loud,\\nDown the green slope has gone.\\nUprose the sun; the steed sped on;\\nHis hoofs the green sward tore;\\nOver stream and hill, through brake and dell,\\nWhile the hound bayed on before.\\nHe came to a river broad and deep;\\nIts waves ran high, its banks were steep;\\nHe made nor stop nor stay.\\nBut plunging in, through the loud din\\nOf its rapids stretched away.\\nOver sharp rocks and hillsides bald.\\nWhere the spotted adder sleeps,\\nThrough forests as green as emerald,\\nAs the tyrannous tempest sweeps.\\nAll day, all day, he stretched away,\\nAnd the tramp of his hoofs was heard,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094156\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLike au earthquake s foot, when his fiery heart\\nIn his adamant eaves is stirred.\\nAll day, all day, he stretched away,\\nTill the gentle moon uprose,\\nAnd her soft, pale rays kissed Night s sweet face,\\nThe firs and the mountain -snows.\\nAnd then he was heard careering up\\nThat mountain s rocky side;\\nThe eternal ice -crags crowned its top.\\nAnd the streams that poured from the Giant s cup,\\nRushed foaming down his side.\\nAnd now he follows the black sleuth-hound.\\nOn a glacier s frozen sea.\\nGrinding to snow with his iron hoof\\nIts still, green waves transparent woof.\\nThat since God gave the world its form.\\nDefies the lightning and the storm.\\nMidnight midnight! The horse has stopped;\\nThe moon stands still, likewise;\\nWithout a mist, without a cloud.\\nThe stars have shut their eyes.\\nThe black hound circles round the steed:\\nLoud baying, long and loud;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "157\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Hermit sits as pale as Death:\\nBut his eye is hard and proud.\\nA spectre comes athwart the moon;\\nHer light gleams through its bones\\nA cold wind rushes swiftlj^ by,\\nAll eddying with groans.\\nThe mist of its long yellow hair\\nFloats like a ragged cloud;\\nWhat does the skeleton, without\\nA winding-sheet or shroud\\nOut-springs the great black hound again;\\nOnce more the scent is won;\\nLeap after leap, bay after bay:\\nHe and the horse stretch far away;\\nThey chase the skeleton!\\nDay comes at last. The night is past,\\nBut still the hunt holds on;\\nOn hound and horse and spectre shine\\nThe red rays of the sun.\\nSlow, slow as Death, Time draws his breath;\\nTis a wearjr space to noon;\\nAnd high and high the sun s red eye\\nShines, shadowy, like the moon.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094158\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA desert stretches every way;\\nDawn s crimson and dusk Evening s gray\\nRest upon either edge;\\nThe wind above it sighs alway;\\nLike the sighing of thin sedge.\\nIn the middle of the desert\\nThe horse and hound have stopped;\\nThe hunted skeleton, likewise:\\nUpon the earth has dropped.\\nThe hound lies panting bj its side:\\nWith his red nostrils open wide;\\nHis eyes like torches glare:\\nThe rider too has left his steed:\\nAnd sitteth speechless there.\\nThrough his long hair the sharp wind moans:\\nBut all beside is still;\\nHe cannot choose but gaze upon\\nThe green bones of the skeleton;\\nThrough which the breezes thrill.\\nAll day they sat in the desert:\\nTill the siin slid down the sky:\\nAnd in the west his lids of mist\\nWere folded over his eye.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094159\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThen in the west a shape appeared:\\nBetween them and the sun;\\nNearer and nearer yet it drew:\\nUntil an armed man it grew:\\nA mail-clad destrier on.\\nWhat dost thou here with hound and horse:\\nWithout a shield or spear?\\nAnd why dost watch that skeleton:\\nSo mossy, green, and sere?\\nWhat dost thou here? Twilight draws near:\\nThe weary Day recedes;\\nNight s pilots her dark galley steer\\nAmong the trembling stars; while here\\nThou tellest over thy beads:\\nWhat dost thou here? Alight and learn:\\nTis long to mirk midnight:\\nAnother sun will set, before\\nThou seest thy lady bright.\\nAlight! I have a tale to tell:\\nIt will profit thee to hear:\\nThat will vibrate in thy memory\\nFor many a long, long year.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094160\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Knight has leaped from his destrier,\\nAnd sits by the Hermit s side,\\nAnd listens to a strange, wild tale,\\nThere in the desert wide.\\nA ehase was held, long years ago,\\nOn a sunny day of June,\\nWhere a hundred noble horsemen rode,\\nFrom morning till high noon,\\nWith wanton glee and revehy,\\nWhile the hounds before them ran;\\nFor, clad in steel, on strong, fleet steeds,\\nThey chased an outlawed man.\\nFor many an hour we chased the game;\\nHound after hound fell back,\\nTill, man by man, I passed them all,\\nAnd my strong hound led the pack.\\nAll night led on the deep-mouthed hound;\\nAnd all night followed I;\\nThe wayward moon went slowly down,\\nThe white stars left the sky.\\nUprose the sun; my hound kept on,\\nMy good horse faltered not;\\nAnd when the sun was in the south,\\nI reached this desert spot.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094161\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Heretic lay here. Ah, God!\\nThat I that sight should see!\\nHis dead, dead eyes were opened wide,\\nAnd sadly gazed at me.\\nHis flesh was torn, his bones were bare,\\nAll mangled was his head,\\nAnd by his side my gaunt sleuth-hound\\nLay, with his jaws blood-red.\\nI sate down by the dead man s side;\\nI had no power to go;\\nMethought that Time also was dead,\\nHis feet went by so slow.\\nMy good hound fawned upon my breast,\\nAnd kindly too I him caressed;\\nMy tears did freely flow;\\nI thoug ht he was my only friend,\\nAnd God Himself my foe.\\nAlas! that weary afternoon!\\nNor sight nor sound came by;\\nOnly the lonesome wind, that through\\nThe dead man s hair did sigh.\\nThe moon uprist, swathed in gray mist,\\nAnd up the heaven stole,\\nWhile from the dead man s eyes, her light\\nPierced to my inmost soul.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094162\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe cold wind swept across the plain,\\nAnd savored of the sea;\\nIt came from my dear, sunny home,\\nLost like a dream to me.\\nThe corpse s pale lips then unclosed,\\nHis teeth in the moonlight shone,\\nI sat and wept and beat my breast,\\nTill close upon night s noon.\\nOut of the chalice of the east,\\nDark clouds began to ri^e,\\nMass upon mass, and broad and fast,\\nRed currents crossed the skies;\\nAnd a moaning sound grew up afar,\\nLike music in the air;\\nIt circled round and round the dead,\\nAnd wailed and murmured there\\nA star slid down from heaven s roof,\\nAnd nestled by his head;\\nI knew it was his spirit, come\\nWith me to watch the Dead.\\nAnd by its light, oh, sad, sad sight!\\nTwo shadows I could see;\\nOne sate on either side, both gazed\\nBy turns on him and me.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094163\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA soft light from their snowy hair\\nFell on his dead, pale face;\\nThey were his mother and his sire,\\nCome from their heavenly place,\\nTo watch their dead, dead, mangled son,\\nThe last of all their race.\\nAh, God! those eyes did search my soul,\\nSo calm and sad they were\\nThey were a conscience unto me,\\nAnd yet I could not stir.\\nThe dark clouds folded over the moon,\\nLike a wild rushing river,\\nThe lightning in the stormy east\\nFrom bank to bank did quiver.\\nPeal upon peal the thunder spoke,\\nMy soul it did rejoice;\\nMe from that death in life it woke,\\nLike an old schoolmate s voice.\\nThat star still shone, in light or gloom,\\nLike light in a dead man s eye;\\nThose white-haired shadows never stirred,\\nBut still sat calmly by.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094164\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAgain I had the power to move,\\nAnd I turned away mine eye;\\nBetween me and the clouds I saw\\nA troop come hurrying by.\\nWith eager course they, man and horse,\\nLike the wind of a tempest pressed;\\nThe lightning glittered through their shapes,\\nAs it glitters through the mist.\\nThis shadowy army of the dead,\\nRushed by me like the wind,\\nBefore, the thunder -hounds did bay,\\nAnd a tempest howled behind.\\nAnd, as they swept by me, I knew\\nEach wan and ghastly face;\\nOh, God! how changed, since I and they\\nBegan that awful chase!\\nThe corse s spirit -star was quenched,\\nAs they came hurtling past,\\nAnd he uprose as if alive,\\nAnd before the troop fled fast.\\nMy hound sprang forward on the track\\nOf the dead, bay after bay,\\nMy horse, too, joined the spectral host,\\nAnd madly dashed away.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094165\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAll night the fierce storm roared around,\\nAnd the thunder s constant roll;\\nBut still the gray-haired shadow s voice,\\nWas heard above the tempest s noise,\\nLike moans within the soul.\\nAnd every year, this very night,\\nThat chase is held again:\\nAgain the skeleton flits fast\\nBefore that phantom -train.\\nAnd every year, the very day\\nWhen we began the chase,\\nNo matter where my weary heart\\nHas found a resting-place;\\nNo matter where I dwell, my horse\\nAnd hound come back to me;\\nI cannot choose but mount, and thus\\nThe horrid hunt have we.\\nAnd here, yea, even here, the chase\\nFails never to be stopped;\\nAnd here, this day, these mouldering bones,\\nMoss-grown and green, have dropped.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094166\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI am a wretched, lonely man,\\nNo friend, no home, no God;\\nWho many a year, through many a clime,\\nMy weary way have trod,\\nAlas! I would that I could lay\\nMy head beneath the sod!\\nThe white hair of those parents lies\\nLike a shadow on my soul;\\nIn dreams his sightless eyeballs burn\\nMy worn heart like a coal.\\nI pray to Heaven by night and day,\\nMy tears flow like the rain;\\nAnd yet my useless cries procure\\nNo peace: I pray in vain.\\nI dream that I was once a child,\\nNo bird more blithe and gay,\\nMy young heart, like a honey-bee,\\nThat hums the live -long day:\\nBut now it is a maimed bird,\\nThat mourns its life away.\\nGod help thee, man! Thy crime was great,\\nBut in the eye of Heaven,\\nRepentance may atone for all,\\nThy great sin be forgiven.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094167\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo we must dig a grave, and lay\\nThese mouldering bones therein,\\nPerhaps they there may rest, until\\nThe great assize begin.\\nAnd we must pray to God on high\\nAnd his beloved Son,\\nTo shed their gentle, genial rain\\nOf love thy heart upon.\\nSo shall thy great sin be atoned,\\nThe murdered so forgive;\\nAnd like the dead man touched by Christ,\\nThou shalt arise and live.\\nWith sword and battle-axe, the twain\\nFull earnestly did work.\\nWhile round them from the eastern caves\\nNight gathered, thick and mirk.\\nThe moon arose, the gentle stars\\nOpened their lustrous eyes;\\nThe spirit -star sate near the dead.\\nThe shadows came likewise.\\nBefore the moon fared overhead.\\nThe grave was hollowed deep.\\nAnd earnestly they cried to Heaven,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094168\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo pardon and to keep\\nThe soul whose sin had been so great,\\nAnd its remorse so deep.\\nThe Hermit kneeled bj^ the skeleton,\\nHis thick tears wet the bones,\\nLike echoes from his inmost soul.\\nHe uttered earnest moans.\\nHis tears fell on the spirit -star.\\nAnd it blazed like a shaft of fire;\\nWhile music stole from the shadows lips\\nLike the murmuring of a lyre.\\nThey laid the bones within the grave,\\nThey piled the sods thereon,\\nAnd many a fervent prayer they prayed.\\nAfter this toil was done.\\nThe white star circled thrice around\\nThe sodded grave above.\\nAnd the Hermit felt a load of woe\\nFrom his anguished heart remove;\\nFor the light of the shadows glittering hair\\nSank into his soul and nestled there.\\nLike a dream of gentle love.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094169\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe moon that stood right overhead,\\nWas quenched as twere a lamp,\\nAnd a cold wind woke, and flitted by.\\nIts dark wings chill and damp.\\nAfar upon the east rang out,\\nA wild, fierce, startling bay,\\nAnd through the misty fields of foam,\\nCareered the wild array.\\nTill, near tlje grave, like a rushing wave,\\nThe spectral huntsmen halt.\\nAnd circling round, each shadowy hound\\nBays loudly, as at fault.\\nThe star, arising from the grave,\\nSlowly towards Heaven soared.\\nAnd from it a great snowy light\\nUpon the Hermit poured.\\nFaint music from the pale, sad lips\\nOf the gray -haired shadows stole.\\nAnd filled the mute, delighted air.\\nAnd soothed the Hermit s soul.\\nShrill cries were heard, the air was stirred,\\nAs if wings rustled there,\\nAnd the spectral huntsmen melted, like\\nThin shadows, into air.\\n12-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094170\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThen through the lonely desert rung\\nThe ^oliau harps of Heaven\\nAnd angel-voices sweetly suug,\\nThe guilty is forgiven;\\nCalm, calm thy troubled soul to peace!\\nThy chains of tvoe are riven J", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "LOVE BLOOMS BUT ONCE.\\nA SONG.\\nWhen Autumn s chilly winds complain\\nAnd red leaves withered fall,\\nWe know that Spring will laugh again,\\nAnd leaf and flower recall.\\nBut when Love s saddening Autumn wears\\nThe hues that death presage,\\nNo Spring in Winter s lap prepares\\nA second Golden Age.\\nSo when Life s Autumn sadly sighs,\\nYet smiles its cold tears through,\\nNo Spring, with warm and sunny skies,\\nThe Soul s youth will renew.\\nLove blooms but once and dies for all,\\nLife has no second Spring:\\nThe frost must come, the snow must fall,\\nLoud as the lark may sing.\\nO Love! O Life! 3^e fade like flowers.\\nThat droop and die in June;\\nThe present, ah! too short, is ours;\\nAnd Autumn comes too soon.\\n1865.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "TO A ROBIN.\\nWRITTEN IN NEW MEXICO ON HEARING THE SONG OF THE ONLY\\nRED -BREAST I EVER SAW THERE.\\nHush, where art thou clinging,\\nAnd what art thou singing,\\nBird of my own native land?\\nThy song is as sweet as a fairy s feet\\nStepping on silver sand.\\nAnd thou art now\\nAs merry as though thou wert singing at home,\\nFar away, in the spray\\nOf a warm shower raining through odorous gloom;\\nOr as if thou wert hid, to the tip of thy wing,\\nBy a broad oaken leaf in its greenness of Spring,\\nWith thy nest lurking mid a gray heaven of shade,\\nTo protect thy dear young from all harm fitly made.\\nHush, hush! Look around thee!\\nBleak mountains impound thee.\\nCliffs gloomy, rocks barren and dead;\\nA desolate pine doth above thee incline.\\nBut yields not a leaf for thy bed.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094173\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd lo! below,\\nNo flowers of beauty or radiance bloom,\\nBut weeds, grayheads,\\nU That mutter and moan when the wind- tides loom.\\nAnd the rain never falls in the warm, sunny Spring,\\nTo freshen thy heart or to strengthen thy wing.\\nBut thou livest a hermit these deserts among.\\nWhere Echo alone makes reply to thy song.\\nAnd while thou art chanting,\\nWith head thus up -slanting,\\nThou seemest a thought or a vision.\\nThat flits with quick haste o er the heart s lonely waste,\\nWith an influence soothing, elysian:\\nOr a lone sweet tone,\\nThat sounds for a time in the ear of sorrow;\\nAh! .soon, too soon,\\nI must bid thee a long and a sad good morrow:\\nBut if thou wilt turn to the South thy wing,\\nI will meet thee again at the end of Spring,\\nAnd thy nest may be made where the peach and the vine\\nShall shade thee, and tendril and leaf shall entwine.\\nArt thou not a stranger, and darer of danger.\\nThat over these mountains hast flown\\nFor the land of the North is the clime of thy birth,\\nAnd here thou, like me, art alone.\\nGo back on thj^ track;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094174\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIt were wiser and better for thee and ine,\\nThan to moan, alone,\\nSo far from the waves of our own bright sea;\\nThen the eyes that we left to grow dim, months ago,\\nWill greet us again with their idolized glow.\\nLet us haste, then, sweet bird, to revisit our home.\\nWhere the oak -leaves are green, and the sea -waters foam.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "FAREWELL TO NEW ENGLAND.\\nFarewell to thee, New England!\\nFarewell to thee and thine!\\nGood-bye to leafy Newbury,\\nAnd Rowley s hills of pine!\\nFarewell to thee, brave Merrimac!\\nGood -by! old heart of blue!\\nMay I but find, returning,\\nThat all, like thee, are true!\\nFarewell to thee, old Ocean!\\nGray father of mad waves!\\nWhose surge with constant motion\\nAgainst the granite raves.\\nFarewell to thee, old Ocean!\\nI shall see thy face once more.\\nAnd watch thy mighty waves again,\\nAlong my own bright shore.\\nFarewell the White Hill s summer snow,\\nAscutney s cone of green\\nFarewell Monadnock s regal glow.\\nOld Holyoke s emerald sheen.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094176\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFarewell gray hills, broad lakes, sweet dells,\\nGreen fields, trout -peopled brooks!\\nFarewell the old familiar bells!\\nGood-bj ^e to home and books!\\nGood-bye to all! To friend and foe!\\nFew foes I leave behind;\\nI bid to all, before I go,\\nA long farewell and kind.\\nProud of thee am I, noble land!\\nHome of the fair and brave!\\nThy motto evermore should stand,\\nHonor, or honor s grave!\\nWhether I am on ocean tossed,\\nOr hunt where the wild-deer run,\\nStill shall it be my proudest boast.\\nThat I m New England s son.\\nSo a health to thee. New England!\\nIn a parting cup of wine\\nFarewell to leafy Newbury,\\nAnd Rowley s woods of Pine!\\n1831.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "BUENA VISTA.\\nFrom the Rio Grand s waters to the icy lakes of Maine,\\nLet all exult! for we have met the enemy again:\\nBeneath their stern old mountains we have met them in\\ntheir pride,\\nAnd rolled from Buena Vista back the battle s bloody tide;\\nWhere the enemy came surging swift, like the Mississippi s\\nflood,\\nAnd the reaper. Death, with strong arms swung his sickle\\nred with blood.\\nSantana boasted loudly that, before two hours were past,\\nHis Lancers through Saltillo should pursue us fierce and\\nfast:\\nOn comes his solid infantry, line marching after line;\\nLo! their great standards in the sun like sheets of silver\\nshine;\\nWith thousands upon thousands, yea, with more than\\nthree to one,\\nTheir forest of bright bayonets fierce -flashing in the sun.\\nLo! Guanajuato s regiment, Morelos boasted corps,\\nAnd Guadalajara s choosen troops! all veterans tried\\nbefore.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094178\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLo! galloping upon the right four thousand lances gleam,\\nWhere, floating in the morning wind, their blood-red\\npennons stream;\\nAnd here his stern artillery climbs up the broad plateau:\\nTo-day he means to strike at us an overwhelming blow.\\nNow, Wool, hold strongly to the heights! for, lo! the\\nmighty tide\\nComes, thundering like an avalanche, deep, terrible, and\\nwide.\\nNow, Illinois, stand steady! Now, Kentucky, to their\\naid!\\nFor a portion of our line, alas! is broken and dismaj-ed:\\nGreat bands of shameless fugitives are fleeing from the\\nfield,\\nAnd the day is lost, if Illinois and brave Kentucky yield.\\nOne of O Brien s guns is gone! On, on their masses\\ndrift,\\nTill their cavalry and infantry outflank us on the left;\\nOur light troops, driven from the hills, retreat in wild\\ndismay.\\nAnd round us gathers, thick and dark, the Mexican array.\\nSantana thinks the day is gained; for, now approaching\\nnear,\\nMinon s dark cloud of Lancers sternly menaces our rear.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094179\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNow, Lincoln, gallant gentleman, lies dead upon the field,\\nWho strove to stay those cravens, when before the storm\\nthej^ reeled.\\nFire, Washington, fire fast and true! Fire, Sherman,\\nfast and far!\\nLo! Bragg comes thundering to the front, to breast the\\nadverse war!\\nSantana thinks the day is gained! On, on his masses\\ncrowd,\\nAnd the roar of battle swells again more terrible and loud.\\nNot yet! Our brave old General comes to regain the\\nday;\\nKentucky, to the rescue! Mississippi, to the fray!\\nAgain our line advances! Gallant Davis fronts the foe.\\nAnd back before his rifles, in red waves the Lancers flow.\\nUpon them yet once more, ye brave! The avalanche is\\nstayed\\nBack roll the Aztec multitudes, all broken and dismayed.\\nRide! May! To Buena Vista! for the Lancers gain our\\nrear.\\nAnd we have few troops there to cheek their vehement\\ncareer.\\nCharge, Arkansas! Kentucky, charge! Yell, Porter,\\nVaughan, are slain.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094180\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut the shattered troops cling desperately unto that crim-\\nsoned plain;\\nTill, with the Lancers intermixed, pursuing and pursued.\\nWestward, in combat hot and close, drifts off the multitude.\\nAnd May comes charging from the hills with his ranks of\\nflaming steel,\\nWhile shattered with a sudden fire, the foe already reel:\\nThey flee amain! Now to the left, to stay the torrent there,\\nOr else the day is surely lost, in horror and despair!\\nFor their hosts pour swiftly onward, like a river in the\\nSpring,\\nOur flank is turned, and on our left their cannon thun-\\ndering.\\nNow, good Artillery! bold Dragoons! Steady, brave\\nhearts! be calm!\\nThrough rain, cold hail and thunder, now nerve each gallant\\narm!\\nWhat though their shot fall round us here, yet thicker than\\nthe hail?\\nWe ll stand against them, as the rock stands fi.rm against\\nthe gale.\\nLo! their battery is silenced! but our iron sleet still\\nshowers.\\nThey falter, halt, retreat! Hurrah the glorious day is ours!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094181\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIn front, too, has the fight gone well, where, upon gallant\\nLane,\\nAnd on stout Mississippi, the thick Lancers charged in\\nvain\\nAh! brave Third Indiana! yon have nobly wiped away\\nThe reproach that through another corps befell your State\\nto-day;\\nFor back, all broken and dismayed, before your storm of\\nfire,\\nSantana s boasted chivalry, a shattered wreck, retire.\\nNow charge again, Santana! or the day is surely lost\\nFor back, like broken waves, along our left your hordes\\nare tossed.\\nStill faster roar his batteries, his whole reserve moves on;\\nMore work remains for us to do, ere the good fight is won.\\nNow for your wives and children, men! Stand steady yet\\nonce more!\\nFight for your lives and honors! Fight as you never\\nfought before!\\nHo! Hardin breasts it bravely! and heroic Bissell there\\nStands firm before the storm of balls that fill the astonished\\nair:\\nThe Lancers dash upon them too! The foe swarm ten to\\none:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094182\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHardin is slain McKee and Clay the last time see the sun\\nAnd many another gallant heart, in that last desperate fray,\\nGrew cold, its last thoughts turning to its loved ones, far\\naway.\\nSpeed, speed. Artillery! to the front! for the hurricane\\nof fire\\nCrushes those noble regiments, reluctant to retire!\\nSpeed swiftly! Gallop! Ah! they come! Again Bragg\\nclimbs the ridge,\\nAnd his grape sweeps down the swarming foe, as a strong\\nman moweth sedge:\\nThus baflled in their last attack, compelled perforce to yield.\\nStill menacing in firm array, their columns leave the field.\\nThe guns still roared at intervals: but silence fell at last.\\nAnd on the dead and dying came the evening shadows fast.\\nAnd then above the mountains rose the cold moon s silver\\nshield,\\nAnd patiently and pitying she looked upon the field.\\nWhile careless of his wounded, and neglectful of his dead,\\nDespairingly and sullenly by night Santana fled.\\nAnd thus on Buena Vista s heights a long day s work\\nwas done.\\nAnd thus our brave old General another battle won.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094183\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nStill, still our glorious banner waves, unstained by flight\\nor shame,\\nAnd the Mexicans among their hills still tremble at our\\nname.\\nSo, HONOR UNTO THOSE THAT STOOD! DISGRACE TO THOSE\\nTHAT pled!\\nAnd everlasting glory unto BUENA VISTA S DEAD\\nFebruary 28, 1847.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "NOON IN SANTA FEE.\\nThe sun shines dull in the mist amid,\\nThat, like a grief, is shading him;\\nAnd though the mountains be not hid.\\nTheir distant blue is faint and dim.\\nYet marking with their outline deep\\nThe paler blue that bends above.\\nThe winds have moaned themselves to sleep,\\nAnd scarcely now their soft wings move.\\nWith an unquiet, slumberous motion,\\nWatched by the pale, mute, flitting Noon,\\nThat wanderer of Earth and Ocean,\\nWhose stay all men desire, but none obtain the boon.\\nIt is the hour for saddened thought,\\nWhen all things have a softened tone,\\nA dream -like indistinctness, fraught\\nWith all that makes man feel alone.\\nPerhaps the hour and time it is,\\nThat in the sad and dreaming heart\\nMake gray Time s ancient images\\nInto a new distinctness start;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094185\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTill all that 1 have lost or left,\\nOr loved or worshipped iu my youth,\\nComes up like an unwelcome gift,\\nWith all the sad and stern reality of truth.\\nThe troubled image of the Past,\\nIts buried j^ears, before me rise;\\nAnd gazing in the distant vast,\\nDim shapes I see, with saddened eyes,\\nLike those that I have known before,\\nBut altered, as I, too, have changed:\\nMany that near my heart I wore.\\nSome long ago from me enstranged.\\nAh! yes! I know that sad fair face,\\nThat matchless form, that witchery.\\nThy step of air, thy winning grace,\\nI see thee, loved one! in the dim obscurity.\\nFair Fancy, Memory s sister, weaves\\nNo golden web of hope for me.\\nOr, if she smile, she still deceives\\nWith all a wanton s mockery;\\nShe points me to a fireless hearth,\\nAnd, that most sharp and bitter sting,\\nWe feel upon the lonely earth,\\nCold looks and colder welcoming:\\n13\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094186\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFriends washed off by life s ebbiug tide,\\nLike sands along the shifting coasts,\\nThe soul s first love another s bride;\\nAnd other melancholy thoughts that haunt like ghosts.\\nWell, I have chosen my own rough way,\\nAnd I will walk it manfully;\\nAnd do the best that mortal may,\\nWherever duty leadeth me.\\nNo heart that is not wholly cold,\\nCan help but love, can help but hate;\\nWhat malice knows will sure be told,\\nLibels on all distinction wait:\\nBut as the misty mountain -mane\\nDoth not for ever shade its blue.\\nSo vanishes each slander -stain\\nFrom all who earnestly and well their duty do.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "RE-UNION.\\nLet us drink, together, fellows, as we did in days of yore.\\nAnd still enjoy the golden hours that Fortune has in store,\\nThe absent friends remembered be, in all that s sung or said,\\nAnd Love immortal consecrate the memory of the dead.\\nFill every goblet to the brim? let every heart be filled\\nWith kindly recollections, and all bitter ones be stilled!\\nCome round me, dear old fellows, and in chorus as we sing,\\nLife s Autumn days shall be as glad as were its days of Spring.\\nDrink, Brothers, to the absent who are living, first of all,\\nWhile each familiar name and face we lovingly recall!\\nThe generous and brave and good! The kind, and frank,\\nand true,\\nWho knew not how false word to speak or what was base\\nto do.\\nWe see the faces of the Dead; they hover in the air,\\nAnd looking on us lovingly, our mirth they seem to share;\\nO dearly loved! though ye have gone to other stars or\\nspheres.\\nWe still have for you thoughts of love and consecrated\\ntears.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094188\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPour a libation rich with love upon the graves that hold\\nThe ashes of the gallant hearts that long ago grew cold;\\nAnd swear that never party feuds or civil war shall break\\nOur bonds of love, and enemies of friends and comrades\\nmake.\\nThe Dead are with us always, friends! let us their teach-\\nings heed!\\nForgive thy brother, if he err! they eloquently plead:\\nLet bygones be bygones! thej^ cry; let the old love\\nrevive\\nAnd on the altars of your hearts keep Friendship s fire\\nalive.\\nIt is better far to love than hate, for Nations as for men;\\nLet us hope the good old humour soon will bless the land\\nagain\\nBut if the politicians still should wrangle, scold, and fight,\\nTheir quarrels shall not break the ties that we re-knit to-\\nnight.\\nOur Autumn days of life have come, the frosts begin to fall.\\nBeyond the dark, deep river, hark! we hear old comrades call.\\nTo the Dead and Living whom each loves, let each his\\ngoblet fill;\\nAnd the memory of the dead shall make the living dearer still.\\nWashington, January, 1869.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "ANNIE.\\nThe golden, climbing jasmine grows\\nAlong the bright, clear Ouachita:\\nOn each bewildered wind that blows.\\nIts sweet perfume there overflows.\\nAnd, eddying, floats afar.\\nIt is a wild, sweet, simple flower.\\nEach leaf a glossy evergreen,\\nAnd when the spring- rains softly shower,\\nIts jewelled ringlets, gold and green,\\nFloat on the charmed air, between\\nThe stately trees, that overlean\\nThe sunny Ouachita.\\nUp each tall oak and sturdy ash.\\nAnd elm, along the Ouachita,\\nWhere dew-drops on the thick leaves plash,\\nIts flowers like beauty s glad eyes flash,\\nEach a bright golden star,\\nTempting the mad bees there to roam.\\nGreat misers, adding to their store\\nOf honey, in their hollow home,\\nIn that great branching sycamore,\\nAround whose knees the waters roar,\\nA dozen centuries or more,\\nOn sunny Ouachita.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094190\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI love its simple flowers that gleam\\nAlong the silver Ouachita:\\nI love the bright, clear, dancing stream,\\nFor there I dreamed a happy di eam,\\nBrief, as all such dreams are.\\nI met my little Annie there,\\nA dear, sweet, lovely, blushing maid,\\nA flower as delicate and fair\\nAs those I twined with each dark braid\\nOf glossy hair, while far we strayed.\\nWrapt in the green trees pleasant shade,\\nBy sunny Ouachita.\\nHer soft eyes, and her angel face.\\nLike sunshine, blessed the Ouachita:\\nAnd blushing in my fond embrace,\\nWith childlike innocence and grace.\\nTrusting, she wandered far.\\nThere, hand in hand, and heart in heart.\\nTwo souls together knit in one.\\nWe lingered daily, loth to part.\\nNor noticed, as the green world spun\\nUnceasingly around the sun.\\nTime s river swiftly by us run.\\nLike rapid Ouachita.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094191\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow fondly did her soft arms twine\\nAround me on the Ouachita!\\nHer sweet lips chastely pressed to mine,\\nHer brown eyes radiant and divine,\\nEach brighter than a star.\\nShe was my heart, my soul, my all;\\nI loved her dearer than my life;\\nAnd ere the autumn leaves should fall,\\nShorn by the sharp frost s glittering knife,\\nI hoped, escaping the world s strife,\\nTo make her my own darling wife.\\nOn sunny Ouachita,\\nSadly, Ah! sadly by me glide\\nThy waters, clear, cold Ouachita!\\nMy Annie, my betrothed bride.\\nThat summer, sickened, drooped, and died!\\nMy Heaven lost its star.\\nA prayer for me was on her lips,\\nThe last she ever uttered here;\\nHer sweet eyes, dark in death s eclipse.\\nFor me still glittered with a tear:\\nWhy could I not be with thee, dear,\\nOr know that thou wast dying, near\\nThe sunny Ouachita?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094192\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThy woods are green, thy flowers are bright,\\nThy waters sparkle, Ouachita!\\nThy glades still gleam with golden light;\\nBut day to me is like a night\\nMoonless, without a star.\\nDear Annie! while above thy grave\\nI sing this melancholy strain.\\nThe wild-flowers that upon it wave\\nAre watered with my eyes warm rain,\\nYet does one happj thought remain:\\nWe shall be one in Heaven again.\\nAs on the Ouachita.\\n1844.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "HOME.\\nHow many a tongue\\nWith words of wondrous eloquence, hath sung\\nOf Home, sweet Home! How the old memories throng,\\nStirred by the sweet notes of the dear old song.\\nInto the heart, and tears suffuse the eyes,\\nOf high and low, the simple and the wise.\\nTis a trite theme and yet if it impart\\nOne new, fresh feeling to the wearied heart,\\nWhy not sing of it, when the sad soul longs\\nTo hear the old, familiar, simple songs!\\nOld memories that visit us in dreams\\nAre always most delicious; and old themes\\nThe only beautiful. Whoever hath\\nNo pleasant recollection of the path\\nHe paced to school, of the orchard, the old mill\\nClacking and clattering with a rare good will.\\nThe fields and meadows, and the silver brooks\\nThat often made him truant to his books.\\nThe marshes where he shot, the clear cold streams\\nWhere the trout lurks; who never in his dreams\\nDrinks from the bucket at the deep old well.\\nOr in the old church hears the old organ swell;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094194\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHath grown hard-hearted, needs must be unkind,\\nAnd deserves pity from the poorest hind.\\nAll things whatever that we see or hear,\\nContain Home s image, and to eye and ear\\nBring back old things; as in pellucid lakes\\nThe clouds are imaged, when the fresh dawn breaks.\\nIs it because the heart to the harp is like.\\nThe simple harp, which, on it though you strike\\nA hundred notes, has still its undertone,\\nThe key-uote of them all, that rings alone,\\nA pensive sound, after the rest are dead?\\nThe fresh cool rain, that plashes overhead.\\nOn the clay-covered roof, the music rude,\\nInvading suddenly my solitude,\\nWith discord dire, true Aztec minstrelsy,\\nA barbarous music, murdered barbarously;\\nThe delicate foot that glances past the door;\\nBring vividly from memory s lumber -store,\\nThe rains that often lulled me to sweet rest\\nIn the old garret, where I lay and guessed\\nAt the meaning of full many a puzzling book;\\nThe music of the clear contented brook.\\nThat over the pebbles, chafing into foam,\\nRan rippling, half a mile or so from home;\\nThe ancient well -sweep, older than my sire,\\nA stout and hale old age; the warm peat-fii e", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094195\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf winter nights, when out of doors the sleet\\nAnd drifting snow at door and window beat;\\nThe brave old house, fallen somewhat to decay,\\nYet sound to the core, lusty, though mossed and gray.\\nWith its dark rafters of good Yankee oak.\\nSeasoned by time, and blackened by much smoke;\\nFamiliar fields walled round with massive rocks,\\nWhere the autumn -harvest stood in sheaves and shocks;\\nAnd every ancient and familiar thing,\\nThat seemed to watch and love me slumbering:\\nThe magic music of my old friend s flute;\\nSo very soft, yet rich, and sound and clear;\\nThough, sweet as it was, when its flue tones were mute,\\nHis voice was still more pleasant to my ear.\\nThe foot but that s a dream:\\nYet one may keep alive a sunny dream,\\nIn some green nook, deep in his inmost heart.\\nAh! never may that priceless dream depart,\\nOr, fading, cease life s twilight -hours to bless!\\nThat memory of the love and happiness.\\nThat were the sunlight of life s golden dawn.\\nAs summer -showers to the emaciated lawn;\\nDews to sweet flowers; light to the sky-lark s eyes.\\nWho fain would sing at the gates of Paradise\\nHis orisons, and thinks dawn comes too slow;\\nLeaves and cool shade to the nested throstle; so", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094196\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo me that dream of early love is dear,\\nWhen frowning Destiny is most austere;\\nEven when he chills the soul with cold eclipse,\\nThe memory of long kisses on sweet lips,\\nThe clear brown eyes, the gentle, loving look.\\nAll soothe me, like some melancholy book\\nOf beautiful words, wherein enraged men read,\\nUntil to passion gentle thoughts succeed,\\nAnd, as the book is, they are quiet too.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "LINES TO A LADY.\\nThe wind is low as woman s sigh,\\nThe myriad stars are shining bright,\\nThe pale moon, like a lustrous eye,\\nSmiles calmly on the brow of night;\\nAnd close beside her beams one star\\nOf love, like woman s deep devotion,\\nOf one shrined thought the worshipper;\\nPouring its mellow light afar.\\nMingled with moonbeams, on the prairie s waveless ocean.\\nAll sounds of mortal sense are still;\\nThe earth is like a weary child.\\nThat, having played and wept its fill.\\nSleeps calmly in the forest wild;\\nFor she, with all her myriad brood\\nOf fiery passions, sleeps like heaven;\\nWhile not a murmur stirs the wood,\\nOr the green prairie s solitude.\\nNor over heaven s face one restless cloud is driven.\\nAnd moon, and star, and planet shine\\nUpon one home of happiness,\\nFlooding it with a light divine.\\nAs though they would its inmates bless,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094198\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhere, by the night-breeze gently fanned,\\nLike giants calmly slumbering.\\nOld gnarled oaks, a sturdy band,\\nAround that lonely dwelling stand.\\nAnd o er its roof their wild, grotesque arms fondly fling.\\nThis pleasant night will soonbe gone.\\nAs vanishes a sunnj- dream;\\nTis but a bubble, floating on\\nOld Time s resistless, rapid stream.\\nYet shall thy sky, sweet lady, be\\nFor ever cloudless, clear, and bright.\\nAs this that now I joy to see\\nIn all its glittering mystery,\\nOver thy home of peace wheeling its rapid flight.\\n1846!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS.\\nThe Christmas time is drawing near, the pleasant Christ-\\nmas time;\\nLet us hail its coming cheerfully, with a song of rude old\\nrhyme:\\nA good rough song, like those that when old England 3 et\\nwas young,\\nUnder old Saxon rafters with a jolly chorus rung;\\nAnd round shall pass the merry glass, grim care we ll\\ndrive away.\\nAnd music and the dance shall greet the gladsome Christ-\\nmas day.\\nOld feuds we ll bury fathoms deep, old friendships we ll\\nrenew.\\nAnd closer cling to those we love, as the ivy to the j^ew;\\nThere may be Winter out of doors, the keen, cold wind may\\nsing\\nShrilly and sharply, but within the warm heart shall be\\nSpring;\\nKind feelings, like sweet jasmine buds and flowers shall\\ncome again.\\nAnd blossom like the summer rose, blessed with a morning\\nrain.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094200\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHad we our way, the good old sports should be revived\\nonce more;\\nAgain should maiden s little feet dance twinkling on the\\nfloor\\nWhile overhead again should hang the dark -green mistleto,\\nAnd all lips that strayed under it the forfeit pay, we know.\\nThe Yule-log should again be brought by many a stout,\\nstrong hand,\\nAnd some fair girl should light it, with the last year s\\nsacred brand.\\nOnce more should pass the wassail -bowl, of nut-brown ale\\nand old,\\nA sovereign panacea, that, against the winter s cold!\\nWith the nutmeg, toast and ginger: all the vintage of\\nthe Rhine\\nCan neither warm the brain as well nor make dark eyes to\\nshine\\nWith half as much mad mischief, or with half as merry\\nglee:\\nSo away with wine! good Yule-tide ale for my sweetheart\\nand me!\\nAnd both in town and country, in the cottage and the\\nhall.\\nThere should be fires to curb the cold, and meat for great\\nand small.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE PLACE OF PIKE S RESIDENCE IN LITTLE ROCK.\\nNow the Home of Col John G. Fletcher,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094201\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe neighbors should be bidden in, and all have welcome\\ntrue,\\nAnd think the good old fashions were far better than the new\\nThe roasted apples once again should cover all the hearth,\\nAnd many a good old-fashioned game make the rafters\\nring with mirth.\\nAnd the boar s head dressed with a green silk scarf, and\\nwith trumpets blown before.\\nCome marching solemnly along with a carol sung at the\\ndoor;\\nThen the maidens should the cake cut up, and she who\\nfound the bean.\\nShould be, the whole long holidays, a lovely Christmas\\nQueen\\nWith pretty grace and modesty the coronal to wear.\\nThat brings not to the youthful head uneasiness or care.\\nAnd the Christmas tree again should grow, and its golden\\nfruitage shine.\\nAround its dark -green glossy leaves; the ivy fondly twine\\nIts melanchol}^ tendrils round the trunk and every limb,\\nAs sad thoughts cling around the heart, when at night the\\nfire burns dim:\\nNot of holly, bay or laurel we would have no royal tree\\nBut the lusty, green Magnolia, fit emblem for the free.\\n14- p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094202\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAlas! the good old days are gone! Time blows an adverse\\ngale\\nOn the waves of new strange oceans falls the shadow of\\nonr sail;\\nNo more old games we play, we crown no fair young\\nQueen or King;\\nTwas a mere idle dream, that through my mind went\\nwandering;\\nLike as the sea -wind softly blows through a shell upon\\nthe shore.\\nAnd makes a low, sweet melodj^ echo of ocean s roar.\\nNot all a dream We can forgive those that have done us\\nwrong,\\nDraw closer to old friends, and make affection s bonds\\nmore strong;\\nCreate more sunlight on Life s ways, more starlight in the\\nheart.\\nAnd get us ready for the time when we must hence de-\\npart;\\nSo may we live in peace with all, and when we pass away,\\nLook back without a bitter thought to this fair Christmas\\nDay.\\n1849.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "TO THE MOCKING-BIRD.\\nSweet bird! Thou singest in the lonely woods,\\nFar from great cities. There men dream of life,\\nAnd walk with blinded ej es, while grim Care broods\\nUpon their withered hearts; and snarling Strife,\\nFlaps her foul wings before the eyes of men.\\nHate gnaws their hearts, and sordid Avarice halts\\nOut from his noisome, miserable den.\\nClutching men s souls with yellow, shrivelled hands,\\nTill each shrinks up, and filthy gods exalts\\nTo proud dominion, worse than Pagan lands\\nEver bowed down before;\\nWhile, grasping handfuls of his glittering ore.\\nHe makes of it, oh, wonder! tough, strong bands,\\nTo bind them to his sordid service and curst lore.\\nThou knowest nought of this. Thj^ home is in\\nThe thick green forests. There thou hast thy nest,\\nWhere the leaves whisper with an earnest din.\\nAnd gentle winds cool thy harmonious breast.\\nAnd there thy music fills the listening wood.\\nAnd rings among the giant forest trees,\\nWaking up every slumbering solitude.\\nAnd sending out, with never-ceasing flow.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094204\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA different strain on the wings of every breeze,\\nNow loud, now soft, now rapid, and then slow,\\nWith many a merry change;\\nAnd causing men, for thy wild, wondrous range,\\nHault in their journeying, and seek to know\\nWhat emulous mad bird pours out a song so strange.\\nThou small philosopher, who laughest at\\nAll troubles of the world! I would that I\\nThy mirth and merriment could imitate.\\nAnd high above all care and trouble fly.\\nThou art not drunken with rich, rosy wine;\\nJoy ever nestles in thy happy heart,\\nShaking a dewy influence divine\\nFrom his soft wings upon it. Thou, whose throat\\nSurpasses in its powers all human art.\\nWho startlest each lone bird with his own note.\\nAs if thou wert his mate;\\nThou, whose fine song is heard, early and late.\\nThrough the thick leaves and flowers to dance and\\nfloat;\\nTeach me the joyful secret of thy happj^ state!\\nIt cannot be that thou, who now dost sing\\nWith so tumultuous melody, while round\\nAll spirits of the woods are hovering\\nAnd drinking in with eager ears each sound,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094205\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIt cannot be that thou, too, dost conceal\\nThe sorrows of thy soul in stormy mirth,\\nOr that thou dost not in good earnest feel _\\nThe joyance of thy song. That is for men\\nWho walk alone on the pain -peopled earth,\\nAnd pour out melodies with tongue and pen\\nThat all the world admire;\\nWhile they with their own songs grow faint and tire,\\nAnd sadly droop and languish, even when\\nTheir golden verse burns brightest with poetic fire.\\n182{", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "NIGHT.\\nA REVERIE.\\nI cannot sleep; for many a dream of home\\nThrough the dark caverns of the brain has come,\\nPeopling its desert with bright images\\nOf all that I have left or lost: there is\\nNo sleep for me; and I will walk awhile.\\nTis midnight, and the thick stars brightly smile\\nUpon the slumbering earth; the deep clear stream\\nGlides noiseless by my feet; the still world dreams\\nOf its age of gold, long vanished. All around\\nThe listening ear detects no passing sound.\\nSave the wild wolf s cry, that among far hills,\\nAfflicts night s ear with long, low, mournful thrills;\\nAnd the hoarse owl, that now and then booms out\\nHis harsh, unearthly, melancholy shout,\\nAnd then is silent; while at intervals.\\nThe watch-dog moans, and stirs, and once more falls\\nInto deep slumber. Still as infant death.\\nThe broad and heavy forest sleeps beneath\\nThe white foam of the Galaxy, which lies\\nAbove its green waves, with its myriad eyes.\\nPatiently shining from its silver drifts.\\nNo wind his wild and mournful voice uplifts.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094207\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAmong the tree -tops; everything lies still.\\nNow is the hour for thought; the mind can fill\\nItself with voices at this solemn hour.\\nThe thoughts so dormant under daylight s power,\\nLike wingless bees, swarming about the heart,\\nWith wild, uncertain, troubled melody,\\nAre shaped by midnight s calm, resistless art,\\nTo forms that, coming from the shadowy sea\\nOf memory, people the quivering soul.\\nThe echoes of the past roll through the heart.\\nWith palpable and strange reality.\\nAnd shake its strings, as the wind shakes the chords\\nOf an JEolian harp, till from its roll\\nThe keen vibrations of intensest thought.\\nThe soul now wanders back to its old home,\\nAnd flits through every well -remembered spot,\\nWhere I was used in olden time to roam;\\nAnd peers in ma.ny a much-loved face, that not\\nA thousand years could from my heart erase:\\nWanders beneath old trees, by rustic wells,\\nAnd quaint old houses hidden in low dells.\\nAnd ancient orchards of old mossy trees.\\nAnd wheat-fields waving in the summer breeze.\\nAnd rude old bridges, spanning clear blue streams,\\nAnd many a liliied pond that idly dreams\\nUnder great trees; so that, for some small space,\\nI leave this wild uncultivated place.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094208\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd am again, oh, blessed word! a boy:\\nThe golden wings of peace, contentment, joy,\\nWave over me again, and soothe the soul,\\nHushing the passions I cannot control.\\nNight! Thou art lovely and magnificent,\\nWhen down from heaven thou silently has leant,\\nSoothing earth, sea, and sky to gentle sleep.\\nWhile summer- clouds and stars their watches keep.\\nNight! I have watched thee many a weary hour;\\nI have stood high on earthquake -rifted tower\\nOf granite mountain, in eternal snow.\\nAnd there have worshipped thee, and bended low\\nBefore thy presence. Then thy stars were cold\\nAnd glittering, as the bright and heartless world.\\nThen sometime thou didst hang thy silver lamp\\nOn the sky s wall; and like white flags unfurled,\\nAround the blue of heaven s star-tented camp,\\nThe clouds shook in the wind, and with soft light\\nThou fed st thy lamp. Over unbounded plains,\\nThe wolf -heart Indian s broad and drj- domains,\\nI have beheld thee in thy every guise,\\nWhere thy caress has often soothed mine eyes\\nTo quiet sleep upon the rugged ground.\\nAnd now, O Queen! as thus I pace around,\\nHolding with thee this converse, thou dost seem\\nTo speak to me, like voices in a dream.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094209\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIs it the tree -tops moaning their low dirge?\\nThe sweet, soft murmuring of the air-sea s surge\\nAmong their tremulous leaves? Oh, no: it is\\nThy spirit whispering to the charmed trees,\\nAnd thus it fludeth words:\\nThe stars are mine; and when I rise\\nTo bless the weary earth and skies.\\nThen they lift up their lids of blue,\\nAnd gladly gleam heaven s black robes through.\\nTheir radiant eyes, that were quenched all day\\nBy the tyrant sun, at my coming gray\\nAre lighted, and sparkle with glee again.\\nUntil at the dawn my dark tides wane.\\nThe woods are mine, when they sleep so still.\\nThat their pulses hardly throb or thrill:\\nAnd when their hearts, deep, dark, and dim.\\nAre stirred, and sing their awful hymn\\nThe sea is mine, when the thick stars lie\\nOn its calm breast and wink at the sky;\\nOr tempest frets it into waves,\\nAnd shakes the dead in their deep-sea graves.\\nThe mountains are mine, each snowy cone\\nThat lifts like a prayer toward God s high throne;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094210\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd every caveru, dark and mirk\\nAs those where the murderer does his work.\\nThe mountains are mine, around their peaks\\nI wrap my wings while the lightning leaks\\nFrom the gaping rifts of the thunder -rack,\\nAnd the starry snow has become jet-black.\\nThe plains are mine, when they sleep as still\\nAs a child that just has gained his will;\\nWhen I lift to the gale my broad, black sail,\\nAnd the winds behind my storm -ship wail.\\nThe earth is mine, for my foe, the sun,\\nContinually circling her, runs on:\\nFor many a long and weary age.\\nThe sun and I our conflict wage:\\nAnd I am to overtake him yet,\\nWhen the earth will see his last long set:\\nWhen he will be quenched upon her brink,\\nAnd she will back to choas sink.\\nThen will I reign for ever and ever,\\nWhen the stars are all sunk in heaven s river\\nIt has been once, it shall be again,\\nFor Time even now begins to wane.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094211\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI am a portion of choas, left\\nFor long years over the earth to drift;\\nAt times to be full of peace and calm;\\nThen alive with the lightning and thunder -psalm.\\nThe earth will be my slave again,\\nBut my victory will be all in vain;\\nThere will be a brighter and better sphere,\\nWhich I can never come anear.\\nWhile I shall hold Creation s shell.\\nHer myriad souls, I know full well.\\nOut of her cold, deep heart will rise,\\nAnd float like stars up to unseen skies.\\nAnd while over chaos and ruin I brood,\\nIn the purple glooms of my solitude,\\nIn heaven will God s great loving eye\\nBe the sun of a day that will never die.\\n1833.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "MORNING.\\nA LAMENT.\\nThe dew steeps the heart of the flower,\\nAnd the green bending rays of the grass,\\nAnd there, in an nnseen shower.\\nThe mist and sweet odors mass\\nThe sensitive plant of the bosom.\\nIs quivering, shrinking, and pale;\\nNo dews feed its withering blossom.\\nThe winds through its parched leaves wail.\\nII.\\nThe fast stream that runs from the mountain.\\nIs wreathing its white brow with mist;\\nAnd its edge, like the brim of a fountain,\\nWith grass and sweet flowers is kissed:\\nThe waves of the heart s crimson river\\nFlow on, uncrowned with light;\\nThe weeds on its dark banks shiver.\\nAnd shrink from the roar of its flight.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094213\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIII.\\nThe sunshine is cradled in leaves,\\nAnd rocked by the unseen air,\\nWhile the sea of emerald heaves.\\nWith a slumberous motion there:\\nNo cheerful sunshine sleeps\\nIn the dark caves of the soul,\\nBut the sad heart ever weeps\\nFor a grief bej^ond control.\\nIV.\\nMorn s purple and crimson torrent,\\nUpon the mountain pours;\\nAnd still amid that current.\\nThe sunlight rains its showers:\\nThe fire of passion blazes.\\nLess hotly than of old;\\nAnd sorrow, like sea -mist, chases\\nThe morning s purple and gold.\\nV.\\nThe eagle sits on his eyrie,\\nA golden haze around him clings.\\nOn a pyramid lone and dreary\\nHe fans the snow with his wings:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094214\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe eagle Ambition remaineth,\\nFanning the icy heart;\\nHis keen eye never waneth,\\nTill the soul and its frail house part.\\nVI.\\nThe thrush on his nest is brooding,\\nHis wings slowly winnow the air,\\nAnd a sea of music is flooding\\nThe great green forest there:\\nNo cheerful song is ringing\\nThrough the sad heart s solitude;\\nNor birds of joy soft- singing.\\nAmong its ruins brood.\\nvn.\\nThe influence of the morning\\nIs sweet after the recent rain;\\nTo the heart it is only a warning,\\nThat night will come again:\\nThe heart was once all glory,\\nTill boyhood faded away;\\nIts course is now the story\\nOf an evanescent day.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094215\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nVIII.\\nThe spirit of the morning burneth\\nOn his altar orient;\\nBut the glooms that the sea inurneth,\\nAt night vv^ill be uupent:\\nThe spirit of life is fainting,\\nPressed by the glooms of death;\\nLike moonlight on a painting,\\nLife merely lingereth.\\nIX.\\nA shadow is on the soul,\\nLike a shadow on the sea;\\nThough the songs of glory roll\\nWith a grave sublimity:\\nLike a current of pale moonlight.\\nIn the light of a flickering lamp,\\nA light like a shadow, half dark, half bright,\\nIs life in this earthly camp,\\nX.\\nPale Death is bending over\\nThe worn and weary heart;\\nAh, what a constant lover.\\nGrim Emperor, thou art!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094216\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe soft, faint light of sorrow\\nShines on the wasted scroll;\\nIt will close, and the lamps go out to-morrow;\\nThe arrow is near its goal.\\n1835.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "AT MIDNIGHT.\\nA LAMENT.\\nI.\\nThe stars are massing in heaven,\\nLid after lid they unfold;\\nBnt the showers of light that are given\\nTo the earth are frosty and cold:\\nThe light of each earthly star,\\nOf Fortune, Honor, and Fame,\\nIs shining brightly afar,\\nBut cold to the heart is their flame.\\nII.\\nThe moon sitteth on the mountain.\\nLike a golden eagle alit\\nBy the brim of a foaming fountain,\\nWhere his wings with the spray are wet;\\nThe moonlight of friendship has vanished,\\nFrom the crags that shadow my way.\\nThe stars from my heaven are banished.\\nAnd wander sadly away.\\nIII.\\nThe cold wind wails through the flower,\\nShaking its leaves to the ground.\\nAnd the grass receives the shower\\nWith a melancholy sound:\\n15\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094218\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe flowers of joy are shattered\\nBj^ sorrow s tyrannous air,\\nAnd their crimson leaves are watered\\nB}^ the night -dew of despair.\\nIV.\\nThe sphered Venus resteth\\nUpon a western cone,\\nAnd coldly she investeth\\nWith light her icy throne:\\nThe sphered light of Love\\nRevolves within the heart,\\nAnd its wasting fountains move\\nWith a convulsive start.\\nV.\\nThe shadows of the ridges\\nAre massed upon the plain,\\nAnd there, from withered sedges,\\nThe dying winds complain:\\nThe heavy shades of anguish\\nAre massed upon the soul,\\nAnd there the death-notes languish,\\nAnd through its desert roll.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094219\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nVI.\\nThe snowy tents are sleeping\\nUpon the dnsky prairie,\\nLike white -winged eagles, keeping\\nWatch over their lonely eyrie:\\nThe shadows of the Past\\nAre sitting by my side;\\nThe world is else a vast.\\nAnd I with them abide.\\nVII.\\nThin spheres of dew are raining,\\nUnseen, in the moonlit air;\\nAnd the grass, when night is waning.\\nBright crowns of frost will wear:\\nDeath -frosts are swiftly chilling\\nThe pulses of the heart;\\nSlow, slow the harp is thrilling,\\nIts harmonies depart.\\nVIII.\\nThe clouds are slowly steering\\nTheir fleets around the moon;\\nAmid them she is veering,\\nTo vanish, ah! too soon!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094220\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe moonlight of existence\\nIs flickering and pale:\\nAnd darkly, in the distance,\\nDeath spreads his shadowy sail.\\nIX.\\nThe soul is slowly moaning\\nHer sad and stern lament;\\nDecay is fast dethroning\\nThe passions Heaven lent:\\nDeath s steps are sadly echoing\\nIts wasted cells within;\\nFar in its deepest caves they ring,\\nWith melancholy din.\\nThe eagle, proudly soaring,\\nMourns not the fleeting night,\\nWhen, on the mountains pouring,\\nAwakes the red daylight:\\nWhy mourn this dream of Life\\nWhen happily tis waning,\\nAnd on its clouds of strife\\nThe light of Death is raining f\\n1835", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF DAYS LONG PAST.\\nOur afteruoon of life has come,\\nIts darkening hours are here;\\nThe evening shadows lengthen,\\nAnd the night is drawing near;\\nTo some the sky is bright, to some\\nWith clouds is overcast;\\nBut still upon our Present smiles\\nThe Light of Days long past.\\nThe Autumn of our life is here,\\nIts summer flowers are dead;\\nBut still the wine -cup charms us,\\nAnd young lips rosy -red.\\nWhat though the river to the sea\\nRuns steadily and fast?\\nUpon its shifting waves still smiles\\nThe Light of Days long past.\\nWe meet here as we met of old.\\nKind words to say or sing;\\nForgetting age, and all the cares\\nThat age and losses bring:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "222\\nThe friendships sealed in younger days\\nStill firm and faithful lastj\\nAnd newer friendships brighten in\\nThe Light of Days long past.\\n1866.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "^TO MARY.\\nI ken a charming little maid,\\nAs sweet and winsome as a fairy;\\nI wadna ask wi wealth to wed,\\nIf I could wed wi thee, Mary!\\nI ve wandered east, I ve wandered west.\\nAs wanton as the winds that vary;\\nBut ne er was I sae truly blest,\\nAs when I met wi thee, Mary!\\nLike a wee purple violet,\\nThat hangs its blushing head sae weary,\\nWhen wi sweet dew its leaves are wet,\\nSae modest, sweet art thou, Mary!\\nThy brow is white, as is the mist.\\nThat sleeps on heaven s forehead starry;\\nOr mountain snow by sunrise kissed,\\nThy heart is purer still, Mary!\\nThy e en are like an eagle s e en.\\nThat sitteth proudly on his eyrie;\\nThey glitter with a radiant sheen,\\nYet modest as thy heart, Mary!\\n*Said to have been written to the author s future wife when he\\nwas courting her.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094224\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUpon thy rosy cheek, the soul\\nSeems iu the gushing tide to vary,\\nAnd crimson currents in it roll,\\nAs though they wad break through, Mary!\\nIf I could press thee in my arms.\\nAs my wee wife and bonnie fairy,\\nI wadna gi e for thy sweet charms,\\nThe warld and a its wealth, Mary!\\nHow sweetly wad the hours gae by.\\nThat noo sae solemn are and dreary.\\nIf thou upon my heart didst lie.\\nMy ain, my loving, dear Mary!\\n1834.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "ORA ATQUE LABORA.\\nPRAY AND WORK,\\nSwiftly flashing, hoarsely dashing,\\nOnward roils the mighty river;\\nDown it hurries to the sea,\\nBounding on exultingly;\\nStill the lesson teaching ever,\\nOrA ATQUE LABORA\\nTrembling fountains on blue mountains.\\nMurmuring and overflowing.\\nThrough green valleys deep in hills.\\nSend down silver brooks and rills;\\nSinging, while in sunlight glowing,\\nOrA ATQUE LABORA\\nOnward flowing, ever growing,\\nIn its beauty each rejoices;\\nWhile on Night s delighted ear,\\nThrough the amber atmosphere.\\nSounds the murmur of their voices,\\nOrA ATQUE LABORA", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094226\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nArchly glancing, lightly dancing,\\nSee its eddies chase each other;\\nRound old roots they flashing whirl.\\nOver ringing pebbles curl;\\nEach one singing to his brother,\\nOra atque labora!\\nStill descending, mingling, blending,\\nLo! a broad, majestic river!\\nUnder whose perpetual shocks.\\nLofty crags and columned rocks\\nShaken, echo as they quiver,\\nOra atque labora!\\nHoarsely roaring, swiftly pouring\\nThrough tall mountains cloven asunder,\\nOver precipices steep.\\nPlunging to abysses deep,\\nLoud the cataract s voices thunder,\\nOra atque labora!\\nSunlight shifting, white mist drifting\\nOn its forehead, thence it marches,\\nSwelled with freshets and great rains,\\nShouting through the fertile plains,\\nSpanned with aqueducts and arches,\\nOra atque labora!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "227\\nThus EDdeavoiir striveth ever\\nFor the thankless world s improvemeut;\\nEach true thought and noble word,\\nBy the dull earth, though unheard.\\nMaking part of one great movement,\\nOra atque labora!\\nWork then bravely, sternly, gravely,\\nLife for this alone is given;\\nWhat is right, that boldly do.\\nFrankly speak out what is true,\\nLeaving the result to Heaven,\\nOra atque labora!\\n1844.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "AUTUMN.\\nIt is the eveniug of a pleasant day,\\nIn these old woods. The sun profusely flings\\nHis golden light through everj^ narrow way\\nThat winds among the trees: His spirit clings\\nIn orange mist around the snowy wings\\nOf many a patient cloud that now, since noon.\\nOver the western mountain idly swings,\\nWaiting, when night -shades come, alas! too soon.\\nTo veil the timid blushes of the virgin moon.\\nThe trees with crimson robes are garmented,\\nClad with frail brilliance by the wrinkling frost;\\nFor the young leaves that Spring with beauty fed.\\nTheir greenness and luxuriance have lost,\\nGaining new beauty at too dear a cost,\\nUnnatural beauty, essence of decay.\\nToo soon, upon the harsh winds wildly tossed,\\nLeaving the naked trees ghost-like and gray.\\nThese leaf -flocks, like vain hopes, will vanish quite away.\\nHow does your sad, yet calm, contented guise.\\nYe melancholy autumn solitudes!\\nWith my own feelings softly harmonize;\\nFor though I love the hoar and solemn woods,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094229\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIn all their manifold and changing moods,\\nIn gloom and sunshine, storm and quietness,\\nBy day, and when the dim night on them broods.\\nTheir lightsome glades, their deep, dark mysteries,\\nYet a sad heart best loves a still, calm scene like this.\\nSoon will the year, like this sweet day, have fled\\nWith swift feet speeding noiselessly and fast.\\nAs a ghost speeds to join its kindred dead.\\nIn the dark realms of that mysterious Vast,\\nThe shadow -peopled, vague and infinite Past.\\nLife s current downward flows, a rapid stream.\\nWith clouds and shadows often overcast.\\nYet lighted by full many a sunny beam.\\nOf happiness, like sweet thoughts in a gloomy dream.\\nLike the brown leaves our loved ones drop away.\\nOne after one, into the dark abyss\\nOf sleep and death; the frosts of trouble lay\\nTheir withering touch upon our happiness.\\nEven as the hoar-frosts of the Autumn kiss\\nThe green life from the unoffending leaves;\\nAnd Love, and Hope, and Youth s warm cheerfulness,\\nFlit from the heart; Age lonely sits and grieves.\\nOr sadly smiles, while Youth his day -dream fondly weaves.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094230\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDay draweth to its close: Night cometh on:\\nDeath, a dim shape, stands on Life s western verge,\\nCasting his shadow on the startled sun,\\nA deeper gloom that seemeth to emerge\\nFrom endless night. Forward he bends, to urge\\nHis eyeless steeds, fleet as the tempest s blast;\\nHark! hear we not Eternity s grave surge,\\nThundering anear? At the dread sound aghast,\\nTime, pale with frantic terror, hurries headlong past.\\n1842.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "AN INVITATION.\\nCome out and sit with me, dear wife, beneath these branch-\\ning trees,\\nAnd let our little children come, and clamber on our knees!\\nIt is a sweet, soft, pleasant morn, the loveliest in May,\\nAnd their little hearts are beating fast, longing to be at play.\\nThe shadows here are thick and cool, the south wind stirs\\nthe leaves,\\nThe martin sings a merry note upon the ivied eaves;\\nThe crisp grass wears a richer green, from yesterday s soft\\nshowers,\\nAnd is jewelled over thickly with the rarest of your flowers.\\nThe odors of the jasmine and the roses fill the air,\\nAnd the bees, refreshed by Night s sweet rest, again begin\\nto bear\\nRich freightage to their palaces under the locust trees.\\nRejoicing in the influence of this sweet summer breeze.\\nThe humming-birds are busy through the flower-encum-\\nbered vines.\\nWhere the golden honeysuckle, from our own green woods,\\nentwines", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094232\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith its paler foreign sisters, mid whose dark -green,\\nglossy leaves\\nThe flowers prof usely clustered there entice the tiny thieves.\\nWhere the coral woodbine flauntingly displays its crimson\\nblooms,\\nAnd our native yellow jasmine pours abroad its rich per-\\nfumes;\\nWhere the climbing roses cluster, painted rich with every hue,\\nAnd stem, and leaf, and bud, and flower, are glittering\\nwith dew.\\nA hundred snowy doves upon the grass have settled down,\\nLike a drift of stainless snow upon a green hill s sunny\\ncrown;\\nThey wait to be, as usual, by our little children fed,\\nWho, idle ones, are playing here, under the trees, instead.\\nThe mocking-bird, for many a week so busy, now can rest,\\nFor yesterday I saw him give the last touch to his nest;\\nHis eyes shine brightly now with joy, his song rings loud\\nand shrill;\\nNow here, now there, in mad delight, he s not a moment\\nstill.\\nBehold! just overhead, his mate is sitting on the nest,\\nYou can see above its edges, the gray feathers of her breast,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094233\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAh, happy bird! but we, dear wife, are happier than she;\\nFor OUR young carol round us now, in childhood s merry\\nglee.\\nThe sun s first rays are shooting up above the eastern\\nwoods;\\nBut here, among these circled trees, no prying light in-\\ntrudes\\nFive sturdy oaks are ranged around; five children round\\nus throng.\\nAnd after each we ll name a tree, that shall to each belong.\\nThis tallest one for Hamilton, our little manly boy,\\nWhose dark and thoughtful eyes are now so radiant with joy;\\nThis, Walter s, whose bright, dancing ones with merry\\nmischief shine.\\nBut still, affectionate and kind, are images of thine.\\nThis, for our silent little girl, the quiet Is adore,\\nWho sits demurely working at her doll s new pinafore;\\nThis, for our blue-eyed Lilian, the merriest of all;\\nThis smallest, for the babe, that by his father s name we call.\\nLife s spring has passed from us, dear wife; its summer\\nglides away,\\nAnd melancholy autumn comes, robed in its vesture gray;\\n16\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094234\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWe may linger on till winter; we may die before we are old;\\nBut these young oaks will live and thrive when we are\\ndead and cold.\\nWe have been very happy, dear, for more than ten long\\nyears\\nHow short, as we look backward, that long space of time\\nappears\\nAnd if these dear ones all are spared, around our hearts\\nto cling,\\nThe autumn of our life will be as happy as its spring.\\nFor many a pleasant year, perhaps, to bless us, they may live,\\nKind solace and assistance to our feeble age to give;\\nMay help us totter out beneath these interlocking trees.\\nEnjoying, as life fades away, the pleasant morning breeze.\\nWe will make them virtuous, honest, true, kind, generous;\\nand when\\nThey are grown to lovely women, and true-hearted, gallant\\nmen,\\nThen, having done our duty, we, without a tear or sigh.\\nWith cheerful resignation may be well content to die.\\nAnd after we are dead and gone, and buried many a year.\\nThey, with their children gathered round, may sit as we\\ndo here;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094235\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNew flowers will bloom around them then, though these,\\nlike us, will fade;\\nBut the green oaks we planted still will bless them with\\ntheir shade.\\nThen will they think of us, dear wife, with love and grief\\nsincere,\\nAnd sadly on our memory bestow a silent tear;\\nLet this our consolation be, while life shall swiftly wane,\\nIn our sweet children s virtues we shall live and love again.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "TO GENEVIEVE.\\nOf all the rivers of the West,\\nI love the clear Neosho best;\\nFor there was I first truly blest,\\nThere first in my fond arms I pressed\\nMy blushing Genevieve.\\nHer eyes were bright, yet black as night.\\nAnd radiant with love s holy light,\\nA tender, melancholy pair.\\nBrilliant as if were throned there\\nTwin love -stars of the eve.\\nHow dear to me that rosy mouth.\\nSweet as the sweet-brier of the South,\\nThese little, graceful, dancing feet.\\nThat flew so joyfully to meet\\nMe, on our old, rude, oaken seat,\\nClose to the clear Neosho!\\nOn my fond heart her forehead fair\\nIn trusting fondness pillowed there;\\nThe sunshine, flashing from her hair,\\nWith golden glory filled the air\\nThat swam round Genevieve.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094237\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHer lips divine pressed close to mine,\\nNay, frown not, Dian! pure as thine\\nWere soul and heart, and lip and eye;\\nPure as an angel of the sky\\nWas my sweet Genevieve;\\nHer bosom s snowy paradise,\\nForbidden to unhallowed eyes,\\nBeat with devotion on my breast;\\nAnd, clasping fondly her slight waist,\\nThose rosy, loving lips I kissed.\\nChaste as the cold Neosho.\\nThe river murmured in its bed;\\nThe scented clover round us spread;\\nThe birds sang gladly overhead;\\nBees at the honeysuckle fed;\\nAll loved my Genevieve.\\nHer petted deer was ever near,\\nA gentle thing, devoid of fear;\\nThe flowering vines above us made\\nA silver dusk, half light, half shade,\\nFrom morn till dewy eve.\\nAnd there she murmured in my ear\\nThe words I longed and hoped to hear,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094238\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nConfessing she was all my own,\\nWhich her dear eyes before had shown,\\nWhile often we sat there alone,\\nClose to the clear Neosho.\\nOver the lofty Cavanole\\nThe crimson clouds still foam and roll\\nBut she is gone that was the soul,\\nIlluming like a sun the whole,\\nMy sweet young Genevieve.\\nVanished are those bright hours that rose,\\nLike golden drifts at day s soft close;\\nThat face no longer greets me here,\\nWhich made these grassy banks so dear,\\nI stay behind to grieve.\\nYet still I love the tranquil tide,\\nOn which I wooed and won my bride.\\nLong years have passed since she waa there,\\nYet I preserve with jealous care.\\nOur old, rude, twisted oaken chair,\\nThat hallows the Neosho.\\n1840.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "LINES WRITTEN ON THE ROCKY\\nMOUNTAINS.\\nThe deep transparent sky is full\\nOf many thousand glittering lights,\\nUnnumbered stars that calmly rule\\nThe dark dominions of the night;\\nThe mild, sad moon has upward risen.\\nOut of the gray and boundless plain;\\nAnd all around the white snows glisten,\\nWhere frost and ice and silence reign.\\nWhile ages roll away, and they unchanged remain,\\nThese mountains, piercing the blue sky,\\nWith their eternal cones of ice;\\nThese torrents, dashing from on high,\\nO er rock and crag and precipice,\\nChange not, but still remain as ever,\\nUnwasting, deathless and sublime.\\nAnd will remain, while lightnings quiver.\\nOr stars these hoary summits climb,\\nOr rolls the thunder -chariot of eternal Time.\\nIt is not so with all. I change\\nAnd waste as with a living death.\\nLike one that has become a strange\\nUnwelcome guest, and lingereth", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094240\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAmong the memories of the past,\\nWhere he is a forgotten name.\\nFor time hath mighty power to blast\\nThe hopes, the feelings, and the fame,\\nTo make the passions swell, or their wild fierceness tame.\\nThe swift wind whistles shrill and loud,\\nAnd cools my fever- heated brow;\\nSuch was I once, as free, as proud,\\nAnd yet, alas! how altered now!\\nAnd while I gaze upon the plain.\\nThese mountains, this eternal sky.\\nThe scenes of boyhood come again.\\nAnd pass before the vacant eye.\\nStill wearing something of the shape I knew them by.\\nYet why lament? For what are wrong.\\nFalse friends, cold hearts, sharp words, deceit.\\nAnd life already spun too long.\\nTo one who walks with bleeding feet\\nThe world s rough paths? All will but make\\nDeath sweeter, when he comes at last.\\nAlthough the outraged heart may ache,\\nIts agony of pain is past.\\nAnd patience makes it firm, while life is ebbing fast.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094241\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPerhaps, when I have passed away,\\nLike the sad echo of a dream,\\nThere may be some one found to say\\nA word that will like sorrow seem.\\nThat I would have one genuine tear,\\nOne kindly and regretful thought,\\nGrant me but that; and even here,\\nIn this lone, strange, unpeopled spot.\\nTo breathe away this life of pain I murmur not.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "MA TRISTE CHERIE.\\nYour wondrous eyes look sadly into mine,\\nLook anxiously and eagerly in mine,\\nLook like a sorrowing angel s into mine,\\nUntil mine ache and fill with bitter tears.\\nO, what a tale of sadness and of sorrows,\\nThose dear eyes tell, of days that seem like years,\\nOf nights of sighs, and of unwelcome morrows,\\nOf doubts and pains and griefs and heavy fears!\\nYour amber eyes look, darkening, into mine.\\nFixed and dilating, deeply into mine,\\nLook questioning, beseeching, into mine.\\nUntil my heart aches with a heavy pain.\\nI feel the pangs of your soul s crucifixion,\\nAnd in the echoing chambers of my brain.\\nThe words that told me of your great affliction\\nContinually repeat their sad refrain.\\nDarling! the crown of thorns is yours to wear;\\nLife is a cross, that you must bravely bear;\\nA burthen of long griefs and constant care,\\nThe penalty that Genius always pays.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094243\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLean on my love! let it your burthen lighten!\\nWhen the clouds darken, hope for better days!\\nHath love no radiant influence to brighten,\\nFor heavy hearts, the dark world s painful ways?\\nLook not so sadly, Darling, in my eyes!\\nLook not so mournfully into my eyes!\\nWith piteous entreaty, in my eyes:\\nYet turn not yours away, for in their light\\nIs all my life, and all my joy of living;\\nIs all that makes the day not sombre night!\\neyes so true, so loving and forgiving.\\nLaugh once again, and make the dark world bright!\\nO sad, sweet eyes! O stars that light my soul!\\neyes that saturate with love my soul!\\nThat fill with pain and sympathy my soul!\\nYe hold me like a captive bound in chains.\\nO sweet, fair face, sweetest when melancholy!\\nSweet lips that tremble with unuttered pains!\\nO Soul of Innocence, sublime and holy!\\nYour sorrows pass, but still the trace remains.\\nO helpless Love! that cannot help the one!\\nO fruitless Love! that cannot bless the one.\\nThat cannot comfort or console the one.\\nWho is the idol of its adoration!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094244\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhy should there be no healing in caresses,\\nNo power to comfort in my life s oblation,\\nWhen one kind word from you my tired heart blesses,\\nOne look of love gives me such consolation!\\n1869.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "FANNY.\\nThrough the broad, rolling prairie I ll merrily ride,\\nThough father may fume, and though mother may chide,\\nTo the green, leafy island the largest of three\\nThat quietly sleeps in that silent, green sea;\\nFor there my dear Fanny, my gentle young Fanny,\\nMy own darling Fanny, is waiting for me.\\nHo! Selim! push on! The green isle s still afar,\\nAnd morning s red blush dims the dawn s regal star;\\nBefore the sun rises, she ll watch there for me,\\nHer eyes like twin -planets that soothe the vext sea;\\nMy young, black -eyed Fanny, my winsome, sweet Fanny,\\nMy own darling Fanny, will watch there for me.\\nSwift, Selim! swift, sluggard! more swiftly than this;\\nThere are ripe, rosy lips that I m dying to kiss,\\nAnd a dear little bosom will throb with delight.\\nWhen the star on your forehead first glitters in sight;\\nMy glad, little Fanny, my arch, merry Fanny,\\nMy graceful, fair Fanny, no star is so bright.\\nThen her soft, snowy arms round me fondly will twine.\\nAnd her warm, rosy lips will be pressed close to mine,\\nAnd her innocent bosom with rapture will beat.\\nWhen again, and no more to be parted, we meet:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094246\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy lovely young Fanny, my own darling Fanny,\\nThe flower of the prairie, so modest and sweet.\\nSo, father may grumble, and mother may cry.\\nAnd sister may scold; I know very well why;\\nTis that beauty and virtue are all Fanny s store.\\nThat, while we are rich, she, alas! is quite poor;\\nMy lovely young Fanny, my faithful, true Fanny,\\nMy own darling Fanny, I ll love you the more.\\nHo, Selim! fleet Selim! bound fast o er the plain!\\nThe morning advances, the stars swiftly wane;\\nI see in the distance the green, leafy isle\\nBetween us and it stretch full many a mile\\nWhere my true-hearted Fanny, my own constant Fanny,\\nShall welcome us both with a tear and a smile.\\n1842.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "REFLECTIONS.\\nThe stars shine sweetly in the skies,\\nWhere, hours ago, they gently stole.\\nEven as a lady s lovely eyes\\nLook in upon her lover s soul:\\nThe murmur of the mighty river,\\nRolls on, a melancholy tune;\\nOver the eastern mountains quiver\\nThe first rays of the wasted moon;\\nFor daylight cometh, ah, too soon,\\nTo end a pleasant night that ought to last for ever.\\nIn the dim starlight, all around,\\nSleeps each deserted, lonely street,\\nSave when, at intervals, resound\\nSome watcher s melancholy feet.\\nHigh up in heaven one lovely star\\nPours in upon my soul its light;\\nAs, nested from the world afar,\\nA dove, with eyes clear, fond, and bright,\\nGazes, with earnest, mute delight,\\nUpon its young, that all its life and treasure are.\\nIt seems as if the stars could hear,\\nSo soft, so still, so calm it is.\\nEach footfall, that, distinct and clear.\\nRings through the city s passages.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094248\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe wild excitement of the day,\\nCalmed by this sweet night s gentle power,\\nLike a strange dream has passed away.\\nAnd now at this late, silent hour,\\nThe heart expands, as does a flower.\\nFed by the light and dew of a soft morn in May.\\nThe snows of Time fall cold upon\\nThe fountains that well up within\\nThe boyish heart, and mock the sun\\nWith their bright, bubbling, merry din.\\nThere comes no joyous summer-rain.\\nThat can unlock these frozen springs;\\nNor can the southern breeze again\\nRelease them with its sunny wings:\\nThe icy mass that round them clings,\\nThrough life s long winter grows, and growing doth\\nremain.\\nNow the thick stars grow pale, and fade\\nBefore the moon s unclouded brow,\\nWhose light, encroaching on gray shade,\\nSleeps like a drift of mountain-snow.\\nHow trivial now appear the fret\\nAnd fever of this busy life", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094249\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe cares and troubles that beset,\\nThe madness of this party -strife,\\nWherewith all hearts are now so rife,\\nThat even I, who blame, feel the wild fever yet.\\nBut tree and leaf and bud and flower\\nSpeak with a language eloquent;\\nAnd soothed by them and this sweet hour,\\nI feel how vainly life is spent;\\nHow wretched and degrading all\\nThis toil for power and office is.\\nIn which one needs must crouch and crawl\\nIf he expect or hope success;\\nThe unwashed feet of thousands kiss,\\nAnd grovelling before strange idols prostrate fall.\\nHow little do mankind commune\\nWith Nature, or the truths regard,\\nWhereof, at all times, night or noon.\\nHer student reaps a rich reward!\\nWe scarcely glance at that great book.\\nWhose bright leaves ever open lie;\\nNor therein for instruction look,\\nWith calm and philosophic eye.\\nAlas! that we should live and die\\nAs if mankind no more of aught divine partook.\\n17\u00e2\u0080\u0094 p", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094250\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOut on this wretched party- war!\\nWhere the best weapons, trick, chicane.\\nAnd perjury and cunning are,\\nIts picked troops, scoundrelism s train,\\nWhere baser men outweigh the best,\\nLies always over truth prevail.\\nWisdom by numbers is oppressed,\\nKnavery at Virtue dares to rail,\\nSlanders the brightest name assail;\\nVictor3^ in such a war bumble s the victor s crest.\\nHenceforth, myself I dedicate\\nTo other service. Let me read\\nThy pages, Nature! though so late\\nThy voice of reprimand I heed.\\nFrom bud and leaf, from flower and bloom.\\nFrom every fair created thing,\\nThy teachings will my soul illume.\\nSo long in darkness slumbering;\\nThat when to Life s bright sunny Spring,\\nAutumn succeeds, it may not all my hopes entomb.\\nMy children, with their innocent looks,\\nMy home, with modest, humble cheer,\\nMj old, familiar, friendly books,\\nCompanions faithful and sincere?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094251\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat want I more, if I am wise,\\nTo cheer me on my quiet way?\\nHonor and fame no more I prize,\\nLet those that harvest reap who may.\\nBut lo! Dawn heralds blushing Day,\\nAnd now, contentedly, I close my weary eyes.\\n1844.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "SUNSET IN ARKANSAS.\\nSunset again! Behind the massy green\\nOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen,\\nAnd his last rays have struggled through, between\\nThe leaf-robed branches, as hopes intervene\\nAmid gray cares. The western sky is wallen\\nWith shadowy mountains, built upon the marge\\nOf the horizon, from Eve s purple sheen.\\nAnd thin, gray clouds, that insolently lean\\nTheir silver cones upon the crimson verge\\nOf the high Zenith, while their unseen base\\nIs rocked by lightning. It will show its eye\\nWhen dusky Night comes. Eastward, you can trace\\nNo stain, no spot of cloud upon a sky.\\nPure as an angel s brow.\\nThe winds have folded up their swift wings now,\\nAnd, all asleep, high up in their cloud- cradles lie.\\nBeneath the trees, the dusky, purple glooms\\nAre growing deeper, more material.\\nIn windless solitude. The young flower-blooms\\nRichly exhale their thin, invisible plumes\\nOf odor, which they yield not at the call\\nOf the hot sun. The birds all sleep within\\nUnshaken nests; save the gray owl, that booms\\nHis plaintive cry, like one that mourns strange dooms;\\nAnd the sad whip-poor-will, with lonely din.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094253\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThere is a deep, calm beauty all around,\\nA heavy, massive, melancholy look,\\nA unison of lonely sight and sound,\\nWhich touch us, till the soul can hardly brook\\nIts own sad feelings here.\\nThey do not wring from the full heart a tear,\\nBut give us heavy thoughts, iike reading a sad book.\\nNot such thy sunsets, oh New England! Thou\\nHast more wild grandeur in thy noble eye,\\nMore majesty upon thy rugged brow.\\nWhen Sunset pours on thee his May- time glow.\\nHe looks on capes and promontories high,\\nGray granite mountain, rock and precipice,\\nCrowned with the white wreaths of the long-lived snow;\\nOn sober glades, and meadows wide and low;\\nOn wild old woods, gloomy with mysteries;\\nOn cultivated fields, hedged with mossed rocks,\\nAnd greening with the husbandman s young treasure;\\nOn azure ocean, foaming with fierce shocks\\nAgainst stout shores, that his dominion measure;\\nOn towns and villages.\\nAnd environs wealthy with flowers and trees,\\nFull of gray, pleasant shades, and sacred to calm leisure.\\nWhen Sunset radiantly unfolds his wing\\nUpon thy Occident, and fills the clouds\\nWith his rich spirit, while the laughing Spring\\nLeans towards the arms of Summer, like a king", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094254\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe treads the West, and sends iu glittering crowds\\nHis flocks of colors forth upon the river\\nOf the blue skj^ there spirit -like to cling\\nTo the cloud -clififs and waves, there wandering\\nAnd circling westwardly the world for ever.\\nThy sunsets are more brilliant and intense\\nBut not so melancholj^ or so calm,\\nAs this that now is fast retreating hence,\\nShading his heavy eyes with misty palm,\\nLulled to an early sleep\\nBy Thunder, from the western twilight s deep,\\nUnder the far horizon muttering a stern psalm.\\n1833.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "MIGNONNE.\\nIn the sad eveniug of my life,\\nA single star upon me smiles,\\nAnd makes the world s tnrmoil and strife\\nSeem distant from me many miles,\\nThe Star of one great love, that gleams\\nMy solitary way upon;\\nI love once more, and in my dreams\\nI whisper one dear name My Darling, Chere\\nMiGNONNE\\nI love you with a man s great love,\\nA loyal love, profound and true,\\nPure as the star- light that above\\nThe low earth loves to shine on you:\\nA love that all my being tills,\\nAnd cannot wane till life is done,\\nWhose passionate ardour through me thrills.\\nAnd makes me all thy slave. My Darling,\\nChere Mignonne!\\nNo fancy t is, no mere desire,\\nNo furious and fickle flame;\\nSuch love did Petrarch s soul inspire,\\nAnd make immortal Dante s name:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094256\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA love that finds its recompense\\nIn serving the beloved one,\\nSo pure, so perfect, so intense,\\nMy deathless love for you, My Darling, Chere\\nMiGNONNE\\nYour passionate love I cannot win;\\nLife s Autumn cannot be so blest:\\nLock up my secret, Darling! in\\nThe sanctuary of your breast!\\nLet none my idle passion know!\\nNo answering love I count upon,\\nYet cannot help but love you so.\\nAnd wish for youth once more, ^My Darling,\\nChere Mignonne!\\nAnd if I sometimes chafe, because\\nYou are indifferent and cold,\\nAnd Nature will not change her laws.\\nAnd teach the j oung to love the old;\\nI do not love j ou less, but more:\\nOf all the world of v/omen none.\\nThough I have often loved before.\\nHas been so loved as you, My Darling, Chere\\nMignonne", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094257\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAm I ungenerous It is wrong;\\nBut love that doubts is always so.\\nI bear the burthen, when the long,\\nStill watches of the sad night go\\nWith slow steps by my sleepless eyes,\\nWhile your sweet kisses linger on\\nMy lips, almost like agonies,\\nBecause I cannot win My Darling, Chere\\nMiGNONNE\\nO Darling! love me lest I die!\\nLet not the cloud between us stay!\\nOne kiss will chase it from my skj^\\nAnd make the dark night joyous day.\\nYou are my love, ray life, my all,\\nYet never to be all my own;\\nFor me the leaves of Autumn fall,\\nFor you the Spring -flowers bloom. My Darling,\\nChere Mignonne!\\n1868.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "INVOCATION.\\nWhat cheer, Imperial Mountain? Titan, hail!\\nThy distant crest gleams in the morning- light.\\nLike a small shallop s broad and snowy sail.\\nOver still waters urging its swift flight.\\nWhat cheer, old thunder -scarred and wrinkled peak!\\nOn which the elements in vain their fury wreak?\\nOn thy wide shoulders rests the eternal snow.\\nWherein broad rivers have their hidden springs;\\nDown thy rough sides impetuous torrents flow.\\nThe cataract with sullen thunder rings,\\nAnd flashing fiercely round thine aged feet,\\nAgainst thy patient rocks the fretted waters beat.\\nThrough the dark foam and fluctuating surge,\\nThat ever dash thy rugged breast upon,\\nThou dost in silent majesty emerge.\\nLifting thy forehead proudly to the sun:\\nLike a great truth, simple, and yet sublime,\\nGleaming above the surge of Error and of Time.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094259\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThou standest there for ever, day and night,\\nLike a great man, calm, self-possessed, serene;\\nWho, doing what he knoweth to be right,\\nStands up, firm -rooted, earnest, and sincere,\\nCalmly the suffrage of the world contemns,\\nSeeks not its worthless praise, nor heeds if it condemns.\\nAbove the Northern Cordilleras towers\\nThy haughty crest, like some strong feudal King,\\nElect of Principalities and Powers,\\nTo whom far isles unwilling tribute bring;\\nWho holds with pomp and majesty his court,\\nAmong the mail-clad Barons that his throne support.\\nThou standest firm there, like an iron will.\\nTriumphant over time and circumstance,\\nSterulj resolved its duty to fulfill.\\nAnd ever towards its object to advance;\\nWhile careless of the clamorous hounds that bay.\\nThrough all impediments it marches on its way.\\nHow manj^ ages is it, since the snows\\nFirst on thy forehead and wide shoulders fell?\\nHow many since the wandering sun arose,\\nWondering at thee, grim-visaged sentinel!\\nOn the wide desert s western margin set,\\nTo watch its solemn loneliness, as thou dost yet?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094260\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWast thou an island in the overflow\\nOf the great flood? Did any from afar\\nLook wistfully to thy eternal snow,\\nOver new oceans gleaming like a star?\\nOr did the waves thee also overwhelm,\\nLast spot of earth in the wide waters angry realm,\\nHowe er it be, still thou art planted there.\\nAs when the Deluge round thee ceased to roar;\\nThy snows the bright hues of the morning wear:\\nThe crimson glories of spring -sunrise pour\\nOn thy white brow that proudly fronts the sky,\\nBidding a calm defiance to Day s burning eye.\\nFierce storms for centuries against thee dash.\\nOn thy bare head rain torrents of sharp hail,\\nThe baffled lightnings round thy temples flash.\\nOver thee roar the thunder and the gale.\\nWhat matter to the calm and well -poised soul,\\nThough round it slander howl, and persecution roll.\\nThe tempests vanish. The round moon shines bright;\\nIn Heaven s glad ear the cataract s grave hymn\\nSounds, through the solemn silence of the night:\\nAround thy brow the white stars thickly swim,\\nAnxious thine aged solitude to cheer,\\nEven as a wife s fond eyes shine, earnest and sincere.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094261\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo all the storms and clouds that gather round\\nA great man s reputation, pass away,\\nAnd leave it with a brighter glory crowned;\\nAbove the elemental surge and spray,\\nTo shine on distant ages, far across\\nThe stormy sea of Time, on whose wild waves they toss.\\n1844.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "CAROLINE.\\nThey said that we should meet no more,\\nThey said she never should be mine\\nThey swore to see me dead, before\\nI should wed Caroline.\\nBut rivers to the ocean run,\\nAnd none can stay their rapid course;\\nThe springs gush upward to the sun,\\nWith a resistless force;\\nMan cannot keep fond lips apart.\\nNor sever loving heart from heart.\\nNor me from Caroline.\\nWhat chains can fetter the fond soul.\\nOr bind the pre -determined will?\\nI left them in their wealth to roll,\\nI was a free man still.\\nI wandered to the far SouthM^est,\\nI labored manfully and long.\\nFor Caroline inspired my breast,\\nHer promise made me strong.\\nAnd now, a free man still, I ride.\\nTo claim my lovely, blushing bride,\\nMv dark -eyed Caroline.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094263\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThere is a green and cheerful spot,\\nWhere, through a valley, ramparted\\nWith mountains, the bright Cossitot\\nSparkles along its bed;\\nThe forest, from the river s brim\\nIn stately semicircle sweeps;\\nIn which, imprisoned like a gem,\\nAu emerald meadow sleeps;\\nAcross it, through the columned green,\\nA pleasant cottage may be seen,\\nBuilded for Caroline.\\nNo earl hath lovlier demesne\\nThan that fair valley s solitude;\\nNor looks on forests half so green\\nAs that primeval wood.\\nAnd it is honestly my own.\\nIts price with my own hands I earned,\\nFor long I labored there alone.\\nWhile still I often turned\\nMine eyes to our old home, and knew\\nThat there she waited, fond and true,\\nMy constant Caroline.\\nMy dear wife s loving, happy eyes.\\nHer cheerful voice and sunny looks,\\nOur love, that flower from Paradise,\\nAnd music, and old books;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094264\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith honest labor every day,\\nAll blessing our sweet solitude,\\nShall from our fireside scare away\\nAll troubles that intrude.\\nAnd while life calmly journeys on,\\nDearer with each returning sun\\nShall be my Caroline.\\n1840.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "INTERIOR OF ALBERT PIKE SCOTTISH RITE CATHEDRAL, LITTLE ROCK.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "THE MAGNOLIA.\\nSONG.\\nWhat, what is the true Southern Symbol,\\nThe Symbol of Honor and Right,\\nThe Emblem that suits a brave people\\nIn arms against number and might?\\nTis the ever green stately Magnolia,\\nIts pearl-flowers pure as the Truth,\\nDefiant of tempest and lightning.\\nIts life a perpetual youth.\\nFrench blood stained with glory the Lilies,\\nWhile centuries marched to their grave;\\nAnd over bold Scot and gay Irish\\nThe Thistle and Shamrock jet wave\\nOurs, ours be the noble Magnolia,\\nThat only on Southern soil grows\\nThe Symbol of life everlasting;\\nDear to us as to England the Rose.\\nPaint the flower on a field blue as Heaven,\\nLet the broad leaves around it be seen,\\nSempervirens the eloquent motto.\\nOur colors the Blue, White and Green.\\n18-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094266\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nType of Chivalry, loyalty, virtue,\\nIn Winter and Summer the same,\\nFull of leaf, full of flower, full of vigor,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIt befits those who fight for a name.\\nFor a name among Earth s ancient Nations,\\nYet more for the Truth and the Right,\\nFor Freedom, for proud Independence,\\nThe old strife of Darkness and Light.\\nRound the World bear the flag of our glory.\\nWhile the nations look on and admire,\\nAnd our struggle, immortal in story.\\nShall the free of all ages inspire.\\nWhat though many fall in the conflict,\\nAnd our blood redden many a field!.\\nThe foe s on our soil, fellow -soldiers!\\nAnd God is our strength and our shield.\\nThrough the fire and the smoke bear our banner\\nEver on, while a fragment remains!\\nWhat though we are few and thej- many?\\nThe Lord God of Armies still reigns.\\n1861.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST WILD-FLOWER OF\\nSPRING.\\nYoung nursling of the Spring and southern mind!\\nThou comest like tenderness fostered by neglect,\\nOr like new hope within a desert mind,\\nLonely and beautiful. With new gladness decked,\\nThe Earth is waking from her dreamless sleep\\nOf barrenness and winter. Warmer airs\\nCome hovering down from the great upper Deep,\\nAnd brood upon her. The wide azure wears\\nThe semblance of a sleeping ocean, in\\nIts great blue eye, and wandering clouds spread out\\nUpon that upper sea their canvas thin.\\nAnd float, obedient to the winds, about\\nOver its depths, freighted with rain and dew,\\nWherewith to bless the trees and struggling flowers,\\nWhen Night, in pensive silence, wanders through\\nThe clustering stars, guarded by darkling hours.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094268\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSpring, gentle Spring! thou nurse of happiness!\\nCradled at first among cold winter winds,\\nAnd thronging clouds, gloomy and motionless!\\nThou comest like a dream of joy, that blinds\\nThe heart with happiness; and thou dost bless\\nThe barren earth, and the deep sluggish minds\\nOf men benumbed by Winter. The glad ocean\\nLifts his blue waves to thee, with deep emotion.\\nAye! thou didst sleep, while Winter ruled, afar.\\nIn the calm greenness of the sea-girt isles;\\nWhile every wondering and impatient star\\nWatched for the coming of thy many smiles,\\nAnd thy soft winds, that would the frosts unbar,\\nWhereby the seed -girt flowers were held in piles\\nOf frozen earth. Yet still thy sleep was calm.\\nBeneath the olive and the graceful palm.\\nThen thou didst wake; thy genial influence poured\\nFrom the unmeasured crystalline of heaven;\\nThe winds of Avinter fled away, and roared\\nBehind the western mountains; life was given\\nTo the earth again; the quiet rains were showered\\nOn its cold brow; its frozen mass was riven.\\nAnd like awakening dreams, the flowers sprang up,\\nEach holding to the sun its thirsty cup", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094269\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOne spraug, as suddenlj^ as first love springs\\nAt times, within the lonely soul, from out\\nThe mass of damp leaves and decaying things,\\nAnd shyly looked at the sun, in timid doubt;\\nAnd then great clouds opened their snowy wings,\\nAnd, eagle-like, sailed leisurel}^ about.\\nSo that the light rain and the lighter dew\\nFell, like a spiritual influence, through\\nThe chasm of air. The joyful earth vibrated;\\nVerdure shot up, like many a pleasant thought\\nOf universal joy; the sea, elated,\\nQuaked on his shores; with melody untaught,\\nThe birds sang loud; and everything created\\nA new joy from the Spring s young spirit caught:\\nAnd all, from man to the poor worm that crawls.\\nFelt like worn captives freed from Pagan thralls.\\nSpring, sweetest of the seasons! welcome here,\\nAs calm is to the storm -tossed mariner.\\nWine to the goblet, music to the ear.\\nThou to the poet art, aye! welcomer.\\nWhen Summer heralds thee unto thy bier.\\nAs Autumn in his turn shall herald her.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094270\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThy memory to me shall yet be sweet,\\nAs of loved friends whom still w^e hope to meet.\\nBut thou, the earliest of the young Spring s dreams,\\nToo early cam st, and met st the sharp white frost;\\nLured by the Syren -song of babbling streams,\\nVenturing too soon, to thy most bitter cost.\\nThe chill east wind thy tender petals froze.\\nAnd shy and pale thou nestlest quite away\\nAmong thick leaves, and where the tall grass grow?\\nThou hast arisen like a starry ray\\nOf sudden thought within a poet s brain.\\nOr a swift flash of passionate love within\\nThe soul of woman; and thou dost maintain\\nThyself aloof from the monotonous din\\nOf the old twirling oak leaves, from the moan\\nOf the gray weeds, the dull monotony\\nOf the harsh winds, and the dead limb, that, lone\\nAnd dry, swings creaking from the leafless tree.\\nThou droopest towards the earth again, like one\\nFor life and its tumultuous storms unfit;\\nNow chilled and shivering; but the fiery sun.\\nLike a great censer in the sky uplit.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094271\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWill shrivel soon thy slight leaves with his fire,\\nAnd thou wilt vanish like a cloudy scroll;\\nAs many a poet, fainting on his lyre,\\nWastes with the fiery passions of his soul.\\nA FRAGMENT.\\n1833.\\nLike the young moon,\\nWhen, on the sunlit limits of the night.\\nHer white sheen trembles amid crimson air.\\nAnd whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might.\\nDoth as the herald of her coming, bear\\nThe ghost of her dead mother, whose dim form\\nBends in dark ether from her infant s chair.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "LES MARCHANDES.\\nFOR A FAIR.\\nPRINTEMPS.\\nSweet Spring stands blushing mid the flowers,\\nHeralded by benignant showers,\\nAnd soft airs through the young leaves sighing\\nWhile winter flits to northern skies.\\nBut scowls back as he ice -ward hies.\\nEnraged at her sweet sunny eyes,\\nAs she with merry scorn defies\\nThe grim old graybeard flying:\\nHer lovely head with rosebuds crowned.\\nHer little feet that glad the ground.\\nWhile flitting bj^ the lilied lakes.\\nAnd dancing rivulets, she makes\\nThe earth its frostj- fetters break,\\nAnd everything to life awake,\\nAs when the world began;\\nSuch, but still merrier, lovelier yet,\\nMy loving, mischievous, dear pet,\\nMy blue -eyed Lilian.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094273\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAVRIL.\\nYoung April! waking of a sweet spring morn,\\nWhen the fresh south -wind stirs the panting leaves;\\nAnd with loud welcome to the rose -lipped dawn,\\nThe mocking-bird floats heavenward from the eaves\\nYoung April, laughing with her dark, bright eyes,\\nUpon the timid flowers that scarce dare raise\\nTheir jeweled foreheads toward the dewy skies,\\nLit bj the crimson of the sun s first blaze:\\nApril, all smiles and blushes, such and more,\\nIs our dear, little, timid Isadore.\\nMAI.\\nThe merry, laughing, ros}^- fingered May!\\nWhose snowy feet upon the thick grass tread.\\nAs softly as the footsteps of young Day\\nUpon a patient mountain s frostj^ head:\\nYoung May, all smiles, with flowers thick -garlanded,\\nAnd lips whose rich hue shames the envious rose.\\nCheeks like carnations blushing through spring-snows;\\nA graceful gait, a lovely leaf-crowned head;\\nNor Spain nor Italy has ever seen\\nA rarer maiden than young Josephine.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094274-\\nJUIN.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2June! with her lap wealthy with goldeu fruit;\\nYoung frolic June, under the green trees sleeping!\\nHer small head pillowed on a mossy root,\\nAnd on a snowy arm; one rosy foot,\\nHalf -hidden, through the enamored flowers is peeping;\\nThe cool west -wind, with rapture almost mute,\\nSings a low tune; and gliding softly there.\\nThe timid sunshine kisses her sweet face,\\nAnd turns the thick cloud of her soft dark hair\\nInto a glory. Lo! she wakes, and grace\\nAnd beauty breathe in every movement. Where,\\nIn all the world, in what most fortunate place.\\nIs face more lovely, eyes that brighter shine?\\nWhere shall we find a peer for Caroline?\\nLA MAITRESSE DE LA POSTE.\\nLet Coleridge sing his Genevieve,\\nWho at his sad song could but grieve,\\nAnd loved because she pitied;\\nAnd Keats his lovely Madeline,\\nWith rosy mouth and eyes divine,\\nAnd lips for kisses fitted;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094275\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat with her lover through the night,\\nDarkness without, within all light,\\nTo far-off countries flitted.\\nLet Tennyson his Lilian sing\\nAnd lovely Oriana,\\nAnd scale the skies with tireless wing.\\nIn praise of Mariana,\\nI sing one lovelier by far.\\nOne pure and gentle as a star,\\nA modest, young, sweet creature.\\nIn whose fair face a blushing grace\\nIllumines every feature.\\nPure as the stainless Alpine snows.\\nAnd lovelier than the sweet moss-rose,\\nWhat rhyme can, by what poet cannie.\\nTell half the grace and beauty rare.\\nThat fill like sunshine the glad air,\\nAnd float round Little Annie?\\n1850.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "CARISIMA.\\nDo YOU NOT KNOW I LOVE YOU? So you Cried,\\nAnd blessed mj^ lips with kisses multiplied,\\nSweeter thau those for which Adonis died\\nKisses that promised true love s long endurance;\\nWhile your dear eyes in mine my soul were reading,\\nWith wistful, anxious, eager question pleading,\\nTo know if I believed the sweet assurance.\\nYes, I DO KNOW you love me, I replied,\\nAnd in that love I am beatified;\\nIt is my wealth, my glory, and my pride,\\nThe evening-glory of a clouded west:\\nWithout it, earth were but a desert dreary.\\nUnder life s burthens I should faint and weary.\\nAnd long to fall asleep and be at rest.\\nDarling! with what can I such love repay?\\nWhat can October give to delicate May?\\nThe afternoon hours of a waning day.\\nThe saddening Autumn of Life s fading year.\\nI can but give the love that sacrifices\\nItself to bless the one it idolizes,\\nItself, and all delights to lovers dear.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094277\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSad recollections of the shadowy years,\\nOf radiant hopes fainting to gloomy fears,\\nOf smiles and laughter dying into tears.\\nThese, and no more, remain to me of life.\\nThese and no more! calamities and crosses,\\nRegrets and griefs, reverses, and the losses\\nThat were the bitter fruits of civil strife.\\nSad memories of lost loves and broken trust,\\nKisses from lips long mouldered into dust,\\nShort lived delights that ended in disgust,\\nThese are the only treasures of the Past;\\nA Past of love, dreams, shadows, mirth and sadness.\\nOf hours of reason and long days of madness;\\nA morning-sk}^ with clouds soon overcast.\\nYouth, Beauty, Genius more than queenly dower;\\nOver men s hearts a more than royal power;\\nThe certainty of Fame s triumphal hour;\\nAn hundred worshippers before your throne;\\nHow can you, rich with these divine largesses,\\nValue my love, or care for my caresses?\\nAnd yet you are my darling and my own.\\nLike dark and rainy days on bitter sands\\nOr barren moors long days in foreign lands.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094278\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo one who nothing spoken understands,\\nIf I did doubt your love, my life would be,\\nAimless and hopeless, like a vessel drifting.\\nShattered by storm, before the unquiet, shifting,\\nCapricious winds, on a dark Northern sea.\\nFather in Heaven! I thank thee for the gift\\nOf this dear love, my grateful soul to lift\\nOut of the depths! no more I, blinded, drift\\nAlone, in darkness, towards the frowning portal\\nBeyond whose folds no difference of age is.\\nWhere those who love may read the same bright pages\\nIn the mysterious Book of Love immortal.\\nApril, 1869.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "SIMILES.\\nAbove me snows and ice -crags, and around\\nThe Cordilleras towering, grand and stern;\\nNear me a stream over the black rocks bounding,\\nIts echoes from the caverned slopes resounding:\\nOff in the distance a blue, grass -rimmed lake.\\nThrough which the stream shoots, and the slight waves make\\nA soft, low music on the pebbled shore.\\nThe sun s rays its blue bosom penetrate.\\nAnd still the thirsty waters beg for more;\\nAnd still the sun, from his exhaustless store.\\nRains down his beams, until, with its full freight.\\nThe lake appears a sheet of silver light\\nAnd liquid diamonds, flashing a full return\\nBack to the generous sun.\\nThou, fair and bright.\\nStar of my soul! for whom for ever burn\\nThe altars of my soul s idolatry,\\nLet thy soft rays of love into the sea\\nOf my sad soul sink and become a part\\nOf it and of its essence; then shall I,\\nStrong with thy strength, and straggling with stout heart.\\nEffect somewhat, before it comes to me to die.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094280\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nII.\\nLo! the great mountain s snowy shoulders gleam,\\nAbove the clouds, high in the upper air;\\nPerpetual sentinels the giants seem\\nOf the lake s quiet. Their gray heads are bare\\nIn God s great presence, which is mighty there,\\nIn the ethereal, thin, keen element.\\nOne floating cloud hath down from heaven leant,\\nFar down one slope, and feeds the springing leaves,\\nAnd silently condensing into dew.\\nFeeds the parched grass that gratefully receives\\nThe welcome gift, and gladly grows anew.\\nAnd smiles in the light.\\nDear lady of my love!\\nMy soul s throned Queen, all empresses above!\\nThough distant from me half a continent,\\nWhere other clouds are floating past the shores\\nAgainst which the Atlantic, dashing, roars;\\nBe thou like this one, which the Pacific sent,\\nAs tribute to the haughty mountains. Here,\\nLike a soft cloud or rosy atmosphere.\\nLet thy dear love envelope me, and bless\\nMy sad soul s thirsty desert and parched wilderness.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "A DIRGE.\\nOVEE A COMPANION, KILLED BY COMANCHE8 AND BURIED IN THE\\nPRAIRIE.\\nThy wife shall wait\\nMany long days for thee;\\nAnd when the gate\\nSwings on its unused hinges, she,\\nOpening her dim and grief- contracted eye,\\nAnd still forbidding hope to die.\\nLonging for thee will look;\\nTill like some lone and gentle summer brook,\\nThat pineth in the summer- heat away\\nAnd dies some day,\\nShe waste her mournful life out at her eyes.\\nVainly, ah! vainly we deplore\\nThy death, departed friend! No more\\nShalt thou be seen by us beneath the skies.\\nThe barbed arrow has gone through\\nThy heart, and all the blue\\nHath faded from thy clay -cold veins, and thou,\\nWith stern and pain -contracted brow,\\nLike one that wrestled mightily with death,\\nArt lying there.\\n19\u00e2\u0080\u0094 P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094282\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhether above the skies,\\nThou at thy death didst soar,\\nAnd treadest Heaven s floor\\nWith great joy beaming in thine eyes;\\nOr buried there\\nCommencest an eternal sleep,\\nAnd shalt in a-toms oulj^ rise to the air,\\nAs thinks despair;\\nWe bid thee here a last, long, sad adieu!\\nRest there, pale sleeper!\\nAnother trophy of the grim old Reaper,\\nCut down and withering under unknown skies.\\nFarewell! our course j et farther westward lies.\\nThy grave is deeper than the wolf can go,\\nAnd we have driven the wheels above thee, so\\nThat the Indian may not find thy sepulchre.\\nFarewell! for now the trains begin to stir;\\nAnd we with quivering lip,\\nAnd lingering and reluctant step,\\nMust leave thee here, alone. Once more, farewell!\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "GERTRUDE.\\nMany sweet flowers in the prairie shine,\\nAnd many in the wood;\\nBut the fairest flower of all is mine,\\nMy darling young Gertrude.\\nHer hazel eyes so roguish bright,\\nFilled with her dear soul s radiant light\\nHer rosy, pouting lips invite\\nThe long, warm kiss:\\nAnd yesterday, at last, I heard\\nFrom that sweet mouth the welcome word\\nThat makes existence bliss:\\nMy promised wife, star of my life,\\nMy darling young Gertrude!\\nMany a bird in the prairie sings,\\nAnd many in the wood:\\nBut none whose song so sweetly rings\\nAs that of my Gertrude:\\nThe happy day draws swiftly near,\\nWhen, trusting to my love sincere,\\nShe will become tenfold more dear,\\nThat bright, glad day.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094284\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen in my loving, loyal arms,\\nEnfolding all lier glowing charms,\\nA thousand times I ll say,\\nMy dear, sweet wife! star of my life!\\nMy darling young Gertrude!\\n1843.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "LINES.\\nWRITTEN ON THE MOUNTAINS WEST OP THE RIO DEL NORTE.\\nThe sun s last light is in the sky,\\nHis last warm breath is on my brow,\\nDark shadows to the mountains high\\nBegin to stoop on swift wings now.\\nThe rudy twilight quivers up\\nAbove the line of snowy crests.\\nLike wine that in an agate cup\\nFrom tremulous motion never rests.\\nThe great hills in the south grow blue\\nAnd indistinct, and far away\\nIn the orient their silver hue\\nIs changing into sullen gray.\\nAll objects, where the shadows play.\\nGrow dim and indistinctly deep.\\nTired Nature s eyes now close, and she inclines to sleep.\\nInto the soul sad fancies swarm,\\nAs bees swarm, clinging to each other;\\nOr waves, when memories of storm\\nExcite them to devour each other.\\nThe dreams of hope, at morning born\\nThat love the daylight and the sun.\\nHave fled, and wander far, forlorn.\\nOr vanished slowly, one by one:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094286\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd all the painful thoughts that rested,\\nIn deep calm slumber, in the breast\\nWhich many a day they have infested,\\nAwake, and bitterly molest\\nThe heart, their most unwilling nest.\\nTheir home, and worse than all, the food\\nOf these, the vulture -eyed, and all their ravening brood.\\nOne thought of home is often there,\\nLike a lone bird, with sad, deep eyes.\\nImmovable as dull despair,\\nA grief profound that never dies.\\nNow when Death s influences seem\\nOn all the universe around,\\nNow when the sleepy mountains dream,\\nPlunged into silence most profound;\\nWhen rock and pine, and snow and sky,\\nSleep shaded by Night s dusky wing,\\nA sleep like death, to man s dim eye\\nThe self -same awful, sombre thing;\\nAll these sad influences bring\\nThat melancholy thought again.\\nAnd on the heart it falls like a cold winter -rain.\\nPerhaps death now is busy there.\\nAnd some dear soul that I have loved,\\nInto the chill and desert air\\nHath sadly from its home removed.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094287\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPerhaps they mourn some loved one dead\\nThinking of me, the absent, too;\\nWhile I, unconscious, have not shed\\nA tear, nor even their sorrow knew.\\nPerhaps, whenever I return,\\nAfter my ordered task is done,\\nInstead of some loved face and form,\\nI maj^ but find a simple stone,\\nA sister s cold heart set upon;\\nWhile thej will long before have ceased\\nTo mourn for her whom I shall mourn as just deceased.\\nTis sad to wander all alone\\nThrough the wide world, a homeless thing,\\nLike a lost wave that makes its moan,\\nAnd hastens to the land, to fling\\nIts life away upon the shore.\\nWith nothing near to mourn its death;\\nBut like the eagle far to soar,\\nWhile Fate his full nest shattereth;\\nThen to return, and fainting fly\\nRound a wrecked home made desolate.\\nPerhaps to hear his young s last cry.\\nThe last sob of his dying mate;\\nThis is the sharpest blow of Fate,\\nThe most unutterable woe,\\nCrushing the heart and brain at one tremendous blow.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094288\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThis must men bear, as men have borne\\nA thousand giant woes beside;\\nAnd should this dearest hope be shorn\\nAway, this light, that scarce descried,\\nHath been my beacon -fire of late;\\nStill I have much to do in life,\\nAnd manfully must front my fate:\\nFor duty is a constant strife.\\nThe branchless tree still liveth on,\\nThe mastless ship still holds her way.\\nNor heeds the wind, the storm, the sun:\\nSo will I work all life s brief day.\\nDoing my duty as I may:\\nAnd some, perhaps, will mourn my death,\\nWhen neither hate prevents, nor envy hindereth.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "TO THE MOON.\\nOh, quickly rise,\\nThou lovely and most welcome Moon!\\nLook into my sad eyes,\\nEre sober Night too quickly hies;\\nAnd bless me soon!\\nHere I have kept,\\nWatching to see thine advent bright.\\nWhile others lay and slept;\\nAs I at other times have wept.\\nFor day s fresh light.\\nHere I have lain.\\nAnd eastward kept my anxious gaze,\\nBut all thus far in vain:\\nNo shower of light like silver rain\\nShines through the haze.\\nThe evening star\\nHas chidden me, saying, Get to bed!\\nShe wanders yet afar,\\nWhere the great Asian deserts are\\nInhabited", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094290\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBy Scythian hordes\\nOr where the springs of Indus rise;\\nOr flash the fiery swords\\nOf dry Sahara s Arab lords;\\nOr where the skies\\nSmile on the shores\\nOf Teneriffe,.or on old Rome:\\nOr where the Danube roars;\\nOr, tortured by Venetian oars,\\nThe lagunes foam.\\nThat star has set\\nBehind the western hills; and thou\\nHast not arisen yet.\\nThough all the silver stars are met\\nIn heaven now.\\nAh! here she comes!\\nAnd all those silver stars grow pale,\\nAs, swimming through gray glooms,\\nThe queen of love and light illumes\\nCrag, hill. ^and dale.\\nNow I can sleep.\\nIf thou wilt but vouchsafe to shine\\nFrom heaven s abysses deep,\\nAnd pleasantly mine eyelids steep\\nIn light divine.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094291\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe stars that peer,\\nLike timid children, from on high,\\n(Small pilots they, that steer\\nTheir sparkling boats around thy sphere)\\nLove not as I.\\nAdieu Adieu\\nMy heavy lids begin to close,\\nAnd from thy domain blue,\\nSleep s gentle and refreshing dew\\nUpon them flo.ws.\\nStay in thy flight!\\nIn at my humble casement shine,\\nAnd bless with thy soft light.\\nOh, silver nautilus of night.\\nAll that is mine!\\n1830.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "THE DYING WIFE.\\nDear husband, raise me in thine arms, the hour is draw-\\ning near\\nWhen I must part with thee, and these our little children\\ndear.\\nThough froward often, I have been a loving, faithful wife,\\nAnd on thy breast I fain would rest, and breathe away\\nmy life.\\nNay, weep not! let me kiss the tears from thy dear eyes\\naway;\\nThey are dim with weary watching many a long sad night\\nand day:\\nIt is our heavenly Father s will; I only go before\\nTo that bright home, where we shall meet, to part again\\nno more.\\nThe fresh world seems more beautiful, as life draws to its\\nclose,\\nFor death, like sunset, over it a mellow beauty throws.\\nAll nature seems more lovely when life s day is nearly\\ngone.\\nThan when it radiantly glowed, in childhood s rosy dawn.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094293\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow pleasantly the soft Spring sky is brightening again!\\nHow cheerfully the meadows smile, after the sweet soft\\nrain!\\nThe waving corn-fields flash with light, like a forest of\\ngreen spears,\\nAnd on the flowers, like jewels, shine the light rain s\\npearly tears.\\nThe rustling leaves and pattering drops make music in\\nthe air,\\nThe odor of the grateful flowers swells heavenward like a\\nprayer.\\nThe glad birds carol loudly, while they feed their happy\\nyoung,\\nAnd the bees are very busy, leafy labyrinths among.\\nSoon will fair sunset s golden feet trample the western hill,\\nWith crimson light ensandaled, soon the busy world be\\nstill;\\nAnd long before the rosy morn wakes on the eastern sea.\\nOur little ones, dear husband, will be left alone with thee.\\nAlas, Alas! my children! Give me strength, dear God in\\nHeaven\\nThou knowest how most earnestly and truly I have striven\\nTo bow my heart submissively unto thy will divine;\\nOh, Father, aid and strengthen me! for I would not repine.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094294\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNow, husband, let me clasp them in a last, long, sad\\nembrace.\\nWhile yet my dim eyes can discern each sweet familiar\\nface;\\nTo-morrow they will wonder why their mother sleeps so\\nstill.\\nAnd why they cannot wake her with sweet kisses at their\\nwill.\\nFarewell, dear children! Bitter tears are filling my tired\\neyes,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI cannot speak the thousand words, out of my heart that\\nrise\\nYour arms around your mother s neck no more will fondly\\ntwine.\\nYour sweet eyes, gazing into hers, no more with gladness\\nshine.\\nShe is going a long journey; many a Spring will come and\\ngo,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo Summer heat and Autumn frosts succeed the Winter\\nsnow;\\nAnd still, from that far spirit -land, in which the bright\\nstars burn.\\nNo more, when daylight glads the earth, your mother will\\nreturn.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094295\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut often, when, at night, your eyes are closed in gentle\\nsleep,\\nShe by each little pillow will a constant vigil keep;\\nAnd while the silver moonlight on each forehead softly\\nstreams,\\nShe will visit all her little ones, and talk with them in\\ndreams.\\nYou must love your kind, good father; you must love each\\nother well.\\nNor ever say an angry word, nor any falsehood tell:\\nBe kind to everything that lives, and though I go before,\\nYou shall come to me in Heaven, and be with me evermore.\\nDear husband, love our little ones, when I am dead and\\ngone.\\nWhen the dewy grass and laughing flowers my grave are\\ngrowing on;\\nOh, cherish and protect them, lest they sadly pine away,\\nLike buds on which no longer shines the blessed light of day.\\nThine eyes may fondly look upon some sweet girl s sunny face\\nA fair young wife may sleep upon thy bosom in my place;\\nOther children may be born to thee, thy love with these\\nto share,\\nBut demanding and receiving all their 3 outhful mother s\\ncare", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094296\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYet these will be as dear to thee; for in each little face,\\nThe features of thy first love thou wilt still delight to trace\\nI leave them, a rich legacy, beyond all price, to thee,\\nAnd I know that thou wilt love them, for the love I bear\\nto thee.\\nSlow sinks the sun, the world grows dark, dear husband,\\nlet us praj^!\\nI am ready now resignedly to pass from earth away:\\nBut a thought of thee, beloved, when all other thoughts\\ndepart,\\nWill linger yet, within the cold, dark chambers of the heart.\\n1840.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "A LAMENT FOR DIXIE.\\nSouthrons, conquered, subjugated,\\nMourn your country devastated!\\nMourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie!\\nHomes once happy, desolated,\\nChurch and altar desecrated;\\nMourn for fallen ruined Dixie\\nLament the fall of Dixie!\\nAlas Alas\\nOn Dixie s land we ll sadly stand,\\nAnd live or die for Dixie,\\nEndure! Endure!\\nAll ills endure for Dixie!\\nEndure Endure\\nAll ills endure for Dixie!\\nMourn your dead whose bones lie bleaching,\\nCourage to the living teaching;\\nWail, but still be proud for Dixie!\\nMourn your Southland, crushed and trampled,\\nBearing sorrows unexampled;\\nWail, but still be proud for Dixie?\\nLament, c.\\nPrey despoiled and victim bleeding,\\nNot to man for mercy pleading,\\n20-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094298\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUnto God alone cries Dixie:\\nCross of anguish bravely bearing,\\nCrown of thorns submissive wearing,\\nPatient and resigned is Dixie.\\nLament, e.\\nAll our States lie fainting, dying,\\nEach to each with sobs replying,\\nEach still loving, honoring Dixie:\\nBy the accurst scourge lacerated,\\nBy her freed slaves ruled and hated,\\nShe is still our own dear Dixie.\\nLament, c.\\nDear to us our conquered banners.\\nGreeted once with loud hosannas;\\nDear the tattered flag of Dixie:\\nDear the field of Honor glorious,\\nWhere, defeated or victorious.\\nSleep the immortal Dead of Dixie.\\nLament, c.\\nConquered, we are not degraded.\\nSouthern laurels have not faded;\\nMourn, but not in shame, for Dixie!\\nDeck your Heroes graves with garlands,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094299\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTill the echo comes from far lands,\\nHonor to the dead of Dixie!\\nLament, c.\\nAll is not yet lost unto us,\\nBaseness only can undo us;\\nMourn, you cannot blush, for Dixie!\\nKneeling at your country s altar,\\nSwear your children not to falter,\\nTill the right shall rule in Dixie.\\nLament, c.\\nIf her fate be sealed, we ll share it;\\nBy our shroudless dead we swear it;\\nOurs the life or death of Dixie!\\nBy her Past s all -glorious stor5%\\nBy her loyal Martyrs glory,\\nWe will live or die with Dixie!\\nLament, c.\\nShall there to our Night of Sorrow\\nBe no glad and bright To-morrow?\\nIs hope, even, lost to Dixie?\\nEvery dark night hath its morning.\\nLong, though, oft, delayed its dawning:\\nWait! be patient! pray for Dixie!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094300\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHope for dawn for Dixie!\\nEndure Endnre\\nOn Dixie s land we ll fearless stand,\\nAnd hope and pray for Dixie.\\nEndure! Endnre!\\nAll ills endure for Dixie!\\nEndure! Endure!\\nAll ills endure for Dixie!\\n1868.\\nJUBILATE.\\nNow our night of terror endeth,\\nGod his Rose of Dawn now sendeth,\\nGiving life and light to Dixie:\\nArms no longer Fraud sustaining,\\nKnaves and thieves no longer reigning,\\nHope is once more born for Dixie.\\nLife has come to Dixie;\\nShe s free! free!! free!!!\\nOn Dixie s land we now may stand,\\nNo longer tortured Dixie:\\nShe s free f i-ee free\\nOur own, dear, wasted Dixie:\\nShe s free free free\\nFor God is good to Dixie.\\n1877.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "ELLEN.\\nWe parted in the Spring,\\nWhen the flowers were all in bloom,\\nWhen the air was loaded with perfume,\\nAnd birds were on the wing:\\nFondly the dear girl I caressed;\\nTo her fair brow my lips I pressed,\\nClasping her closely to my breast,\\nThen turned my sad eyes to the West,\\nAnd left my darling Ellen.\\nWe parted at the spring,\\nWhere first she told her love,\\nThe thick stars shining bright above.\\nThe waters murmuring.\\nWe were so poor we could not wed,\\nLest we and ours should want for bread;\\nAnd so my humble sail I spread,\\nAnd westward turned my shallop s head,\\nTo work, and win my Ellen.\\nShe was a young thing then;\\nHer bright eyes filled with tears:\\nHer bosom, then disturbed with fears,\\nShall bound with joy again.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094302\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAt last, my long probation s done;\\nFour weary years their course have run.\\nAnd, fame and fortune earned and won,\\nI come to my beloved one,\\nMy true love, my sweet Ellen.\\nHo, Soldan! Ho, good steed!\\nThis is the last day s ride:\\nBear me but safe to Ellen s side.\\nAnd thou shalt rest indeed;\\nWhen, smiling through a rain of tears,\\nShe pours in my enraptured ears\\nHer tale of many hopes and fears.\\nThat haunted her for four long years,\\nMy fond, my faithful Ellen.\\nThen, parted nevermore.\\nOur life shall calmly glide.\\nLike a clear river s tranquil tide\\nAlong a grassy shore;\\nOr, if there come some carking care\\nBetween us we ll the burden share,\\nMaking it easier to bear:\\nHo, Soldan! we are almost there!\\nSpeed on to my sweet Ellen!\\n1840.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "BROWN OCTOBER.\\nOctober, brown October, with his slow\\nAnd melancholy step, has left the hills\\nAnd comes upon the plains. The wild winds blow\\nThrough the thick leaves, with cold and gusty thrills,\\nTurning their greenness to the sere red hues\\nOf sober Autumn. Through the murmuring dells,\\nHeralded by the frost, that wildly strews\\nThe faded leaves along his way, strides on\\nThe sober Month: and over the bright eye\\nOf the desponding sun.\\nThe cold clouds fold their vesture dun.\\nOr on the bare gray hills like couching eagles lie.\\nThe crimson heart of every summer flower\\nHas pined away; and round the withered stalks\\nThe gray and faded leaves begin to shower\\nInto a rotting mass: uncertain flocks\\nOf winged seeds go floating through the air.\\nSteered by mad winds: struck by the noiseless shocks\\nOf the white frost, the long night busy there.\\nThe nuts bestrew the ground. Fields mourn the loss\\nOf verdure; and the stubble, dry and gray.\\nThat the chill wind-gusts toss.\\nWhile the dun clouds drift thick across.\\nSeems, with a useless life, to sadly waste away.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094304\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow well the time accordeth with the soul!\\nAutumn is in the heart: and these sere woods,\\nThese winds that coldly through the valley roll,\\nThese dull blue clouds, these withered solitudes,\\nGray weeds and falling leaves, do all resemble\\nThe lonely season on the soul that broods:\\nThe winds of sorrow through its pale blights tremble,\\nIts falling hopes and passions in decay.\\nLike the dead leaves, give melancholy warning,\\nThat life ebbs fast away\\nFrom the sad heart, once glad and gay\\nWith the unsullied greenness of its life s young morning.\\nAnd now, oh Life! it makes its calm farewell!\\nNo peace or joy it hopeth for on earth.\\nThe crimson fountain once did gladly swell,\\nBut now it hardly throbs. The jocund mirth\\nOf boyhood s day has gone, and in its stead\\nSit Weariness, and Loneliness, and Dearth:\\nThe golden visions from the soul have fled.\\nAnd each has left a sombre shadow there.\\nAmid which memory sees the once -loved faces.\\nAnd in the whispering air\\nHears soft, sweet voices say, Prepare,\\nO weary one, to leave the old and well-known places.\\n1832.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "YpE 8m^E]^ WEmi^Q.\\nA MA^OUE,\\nTPersoaated at WasKiRglon, on {he 8tK of ^pril,\\n1878.\\nJames Alexander Williamson:\\nAnn Whitfield Gregory:\\nMarried April 7, 1853.\\nAnnus Eiofiteen Hundred and Fifty-tfiree.\\nAnnus Eighteen Hundred and oeventy-eigfit.\\nContent, the Nymph Autarke.\\nPeace, the Nymph Eirene.\\nLove, the Nymph Philotes.\\nConfidence, the Nymph Pistis.\\nSpring Marine.\\nSummer Thereia.\\nA ltiiQin Phthinoporon.\\nWinter Cheimon.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "THE SILVER WEDDING.\\nA MASQUE.\\nAnnus 1853 loquitur.\\nHo! Eighteen Hundred Seventy -Eight, what means this\\nconcourse here?\\nWhereat we are by Father Time commanded to appear,\\nYour predecessors twenty -five, part of the long array.\\nWhich waits for you to join it, at the close of your brief\\nday?\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWe come from that dim land, the Past, thick -peopled\\nwith dead years.\\nWhich, born with smiles, grew old with cares, and died\\nwith sobs and tears:\\nWe come, as unto aged men the memories come, that\\nbring\\nPast joys to give delight, past griefs again the heart to\\nsting.\\nGuests welcome or unwelcome we, according as we bear\\nRemembrances, to Serf or King, of happiness or care.\\nOf joys or sorrows, weal or woe, of honour or of shame,\\nFor which some glorify the Past, some bitterly defame.\\nVOICES, AFAR OFF.\\nNorth The Past is the Fate of the Present;\\nIs a Realm no change that knows;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094SOS-\\nSouth Is the Lawgiver of the Future,\\nThe source of its joys and woes\\nEast The dead Years are diademed Monarchs,\\nWhom the Years that come after obey;\\nWest And yesterday is as remote from us,\\nAs the Stars are far away.\\nAnnus 1878 loquitur.\\nYou bring, as every Year s ghost brings, sad memories\\nto all.\\nOf losses, disappointments, griefs, that rich and poor\\nenthrall;\\nYet here you and your comrades bring remembrance of\\nContent,\\nOf good deeds done, of virtuous lives, of no days idly\\nspent,\\nOf much to be with pride reviewed, of little to regret.\\nOf plighted vows unbroken, and of love not weary yet.\\nYou are welcome, Years of peace and war! in this Elysium,\\nwhere\\nParents and children cheerfully life s chafing burdens bear;\\nThou, Eighteen Fifty- three, who heardst the vows that\\nmade these one,\\nAnd Ye who know how nobly they the work of life have\\ndone.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094309\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYou come as witnesses to prove that they have ever been\\nFond husband, faithful, loving wife, patient, unvexed, serene\\nAs witnesses, renewal of those solemn vows to hear;\\nThough Ghosts, yet guests most welcome at the Silver\\nWedding s cheer.\\nAnnus 1853 loquitur.\\nLet, then, the Shades of all the dark, sad days.\\nThat make large part of every dead Year s train,\\nOf every woe that stings and sin that slays.\\nUnto the Past s dark realm retire again!\\nBut let the Shades of Sorrows here remain.\\nWhich, born with patience, ble.-ssings proved and gain.\\nWith these blest Shades let those appear that make\\nThe home a heaven in which they do abide;\\nLet them here live, nor in all time forsake\\nThe house by loving memories sanctified.\\nCome! fair Content, Peace, Love and Confidence,\\nSisters of Hope, and born of Innocence.\\nCome! with the Seasons of the living Year,\\nAnd while these bring gay flowers and golden fruit,\\nFor those who are to many friends so dear.\\nLet them not be indifferent or mute.\\nBut with fair wishes kindly spoken bless\\nThose who so well do merit happiness.\\nHere enter, hand in hand, four young ladies, dressed in white,\\nrepresenting Content, Peace, Love, Confidence; and two repre-", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094310\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nsenting Spring and Summer, with two men representing Autumn and\\nWinter; who all enclose the husband, wife and children in a circle;\\nand Spring, Summer and Autumn crown them with wreaths of flowers,\\nand set at their feet baskets of fruit, at the appointed times, ^j.**\\nLoquitur Content.\\nI am the Nymph Content:\\nI come with treasures in my hands,\\nNot gold nor gems from many lands,\\nBut tranquil thoughts and gentle words,\\nThat please like flowers and songs of birds;\\nTo me the home enchantment owes.\\nThe flowers that bloom amid the snows,\\nThe heart s calm ease, to bravely bear\\nReverses, wrongs, and daily care.\\nHear what an English Poet sung,\\nIn the days when Queen Elizabeth was young.\\n\\\\*Some one at a distance reads\\nSweet are the thoughts that savour of Content;\\nThe quiet mind is richer than a ci-own;\\nSweet are the nights in careless slumber spent.\\nThe poor estate scorns Fortune s angry frown;\\nSuch sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,\\nThat make homes happy, ever dwell in this!\\nThe homely house that harbors peaceful rest,\\nThe cottage that affords no pride nor care.\\nThe modest ways of maidens neatly drest.\\nThe sweet consort of mirth and music rare,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094311\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThese make the truest and most lasting bliss;\\nA mind content both crown and kingdom is.\\nLoquitur Peace.\\nI am the Nymph Peace;\\nThere is peace in the lonelj^ cells,\\nIn the Convent s cloisters grey,\\nWhere, sweet as the chime of the Convent -bells,\\nLife calmly glides away.\\nBut better the peace that blesses\\nThe family in its home,\\nWhere th,e grey hairs mingle with bright brown tresses,\\nAnd the Young care not to roam;\\nWhere the eyes of one sister are bright.\\nAnd the voice of another is sweet,\\nAnd the father reads in the soft still light,\\nAnd the children play at his feet.\\nThe home of a mother s delight,\\nThe haven of wedded bliss,\\nA home that is tranquil and gay and bright,\\nEven such a home as this.\\nLoquitur Love.\\nI am the life of the household.\\nThe Love of the husband and wife.\\nThe love between parents and children.\\nThe love that is dearer than life.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094312\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEyes by me lighted grow brighter,\\nHearts by me warmed are glad,\\nHomes where I live are lighter,\\nAnd sorrowing souls less sad.\\nWhen the bridal flowers have withered,\\nI do not pine away.\\nMy flowers bloom and are gathered\\nIn November as in May.\\nThey fade not, this home perfuming,\\nAs thej^ did so long ago.\\nHere they shall still be blooming.\\nWhen Winter brings his snow.\\nLoquitur Confidence.\\n1 am the Nymph Confidence:\\nI drive away distrust and doubt.\\nThat into homes like serpents crawl;\\nAnd jealousy, that coils about\\nThe heart and turns the blood to gall.\\nMine are the true and loving eyes.\\nThrough which one looks in on the Soul,\\nThe loyal troth that Time defies.\\nThe faith that can mistrust control.\\nHere I abide, a constant guest.\\nWith Peace and Love, and sweet Content;\\nBy us this home shall still be blest.\\nBeyond the reach of accident.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094313\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnnus 1878 loquitur.\\nNow let my seasons four their homage pay,\\nBringing their offerings meet;\\nFirst Spring, a maiden sprightly, blithe and gay,\\nWith delicate dancing feet;\\nThen Summer, on whose lips departing May\\nPressed kisses long and sweet;\\nThen Autumn, sober- clad in russet grey.\\nThen Winter, white with sleet.\\nLoquitur Earine, Spring.\\nWhen the man was the maiden wooing.\\nAnd life was a troop of bright hours,\\nI smiled on and favored the suing.\\nAnd crowned them with garlands of flowers.\\nAgain I bring roses and pansies,\\nCarnations and hyacinths, too.\\nFair types of all delicate fancies.\\nTo crown these now wedded anew.\\n[Giving Flowers.]\\nWhite rosebuds and lilies the rarest.\\nCamellias, violets blue,\\nFor these, among maidens the fairest,\\nWhose eyes are so tender and true.\\n[Giving Flowers.]\\n21\u00e2\u0080\u0094 P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094314\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMay the world not for them lose its brightness,\\nAs the years chase each other away,\\nNor their hearts lose the innocent lightness,\\nThat makes them so happy to-day.\\nLoquitur Thereia, Summer.\\nWhen the Spring died, and I was queen.\\nTwenty -five years ago.\\nAnd the flowers still bloomed, and the leaves were green,\\nAnd the birds sang loud or low,\\nThe maiden was matron, and home was gay.\\nAnd the hours swifted -footed danced away.\\nTo wife and husband I brought fruits then.\\nGolden and green and purple and red.\\nNow flowers and fruits I bring again.\\nAfter so many years have fled.\\nTheir summer of life is ended,\\nMay its memories that remain.\\nOf joys and sorrows blended,\\nGive more of pleasure than pain.\\nLoquitur Phthinoporon, Autumn,\\nWhen the days in October grow shorter and colder,\\nAnd leaves are crimsoned by frost.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094315\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMay these friends whom we love, growing grayer and older,\\nNo days have to count as lost!\\nMay the world still for them be a good world to live in,\\nWith good in it always to do,\\nA good world to help and to comfort and give in.\\nWith praise for the honest and true.\\nMay they be never sick of hope deferred,\\nNor in the field or vineyard toil in vain;\\nNor words of kindness be by them unheard,\\nNor thanklessness of children give them pain.\\nLoquitur Cheimon, Winter.\\nWhen I, with storm of snow and sleet\\nAnd wind loud -howling reign.\\nAnd pavements are icy in every street,\\nAnd rivers rebel in vain.\\nIn the inter- spaces between the storms.\\nWhen the sky is cold and clear,\\nMay these not want the fire that warms.\\nAnd the good old-fashioned cheer!\\nNor the good old wishes become but forms,\\nMerry Christmas and Happy New Year.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094316\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor the Poet has said and sung\\nThese words, that are wise and true,\\nThe Old need not envy the Young,\\nThe Old need not scorn the new\\nFor hearts can be warm when days are cold,\\nAnd the night may hallow the day,\\nTill the heart, though at even-tide weary and old,\\nMay rise in the morning gay,\\nTo its work in the bright new day.\\nLoquitur Annus 1853.\\nThus said the Poet, in the olden time,\\nWhen sense not sound builded the statelj^ rhyme,\\nThe cottage nestling in the lowly dale,\\n111 fortune never fears, because so low;\\nThe anchored mind, dreading no fickle gale,\\nSleeps safe when Fate doth Princes overthrow;\\nContent still smiles, when portly statesmen feel\\nThat fear and danger tread upon their heel.\\nIf Fortune frowns and scowls, may that to these work good!\\nIf Fortune flattering smiles, may it not prove a snare!\\nMay crosses bravely borne, ills patiently withstood.\\nAnd length of peaceful daj^s for new life them prepare!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094317\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMay hope gild every cloud, Faith make the future bright,\\nAnd patience them maintain in quiet and delight;\\nWhile, till their changeless love shines into perfect day,\\nBravely they hand in hand do walk their homeward way,\\nAnd hear, behind the bells in wintry Autumn ringing.\\nThe soft sweet chorus of the loving angels singing.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "THE BRIDAL.\\nRing, bells! your glad carillons,\\nFor two fond hearts made one.\\nThe old, old story telling,\\nIn Paradise begun.\\nTo holy church now cometh\\nThe soldier with his bride,\\nUp the aisle gravely pacing.\\nUnto the altar side.\\nWorth against many rivals,\\nWins more than golden fruit:\\nGrace, virtue, genius, beauty,\\nEeward his patient suit.\\nQueen over hearts long reigning,\\nShe lays her sceptre down.\\nOne heart must now content her.\\nOne love be all her crown.\\nMust Ave say Good-bye! Darling?\\nAh! word so hard to say!\\nMust we, so long adoring.\\nGive you to him, to-day?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094319\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDear heart of child so loving,\\nSo tender and so true,\\nHeart that is ever seeking.\\nSome generous act to do:\\nDear eyes so bright in gladness.\\nTo loved ones faults so blind,\\nSo eloquent in sadness,\\nWhen fortune was unkind.\\nHands that were never weary\\nOf toil for other s sake;\\nTongue that with sweet tones pleading.\\nBitter words never spake:\\nWe part with her in sorrow,\\nWe give her up with tears.\\nLosing with her the blessing\\nOf all the coming years.\\nTake, then, this gift most precious,\\nBe to her kind and true!\\nAnd as you guard and keep her,\\nMay God be good to you!\\nMay 28, 1871", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "EIIOS.\\nChaunted by Jack Savage, at the Life-Wake of the Fine\\nArkansas Gentleman, who died before his time, 1859.*\\nA gentleman from Arkansaw, not long ago, tis said,\\nWaked up one pleasant morning, and discovered he was\\ndead\\nHe was on his way to Washington, not seeking for the\\nspoils,\\nBut rejoicing in the promise of a spree at Johnny Coyle s.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, one spree at Johnny\\nCoyle s;\\nAnd who would not be glad to join a spree at\\nJohnny Coyle s?\\nHe waked and found himself aboard a rickety old boat;\\nSays the ferryman, when questioned, on the Styx you are\\nafloat;\\nWhat! deadf said he; indeed you are, the grim old\\nchurl replied;\\nWhy, then, I ll miss the spree at Coyle s, the gentle-\\nman replied.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coj le s, c.\\n*Oeeasioned by a report that Gen. Pike had died a month pre-\\nviously.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094321\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOld Charon ferried him across the dirty, sluggish tide,\\nBut he swore he would not tarry long upon the further\\nside\\nThe ancient ghosts came flocking round upon the Stygian\\nshore;\\nBut, said he, excuse me; I must have at Coyle s one\\nfrolic more.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nHorace and old Anacreon in vain would have him stay;\\nFrom all those ancient fogies he made haste to get away;\\nFor his Majesty, King Pluto, he was bound at once to see.\\nAnd at Johnny Coyle s, on Friday night, alive or dead\\nto be.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nOld Cerberus growled savagely, as he approached the gate\\nBut, said he, I ve seen too many dogs for you to make\\nme wait;\\nIf you show your teeth at me, my dog, your windpipe I\\nshall twist;\\nFor if I were not to be at Coyle s, I m sure I should be\\nmissed.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094322\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe crossed the adamantine halls, and reached the ebon\\nthrone,\\nWhere gloomj^ Pluto frowned, and where his queen s soft\\nbeauty shone.\\nWhat want you here? the Monarch said: Your\\nMajesty, said he,\\nPermission at one frolic more at Johnny Coyle s to be.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nAs Orpheus came, aud yet returned, to breathe the upper air,\\nSo I your royal bounty crave, once more to venture there;\\nGive me one night no more; Alas! such nights are\\nall too few!\\nOne more refection of the Gods and then, good world, adieu\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nTis not for power, or wealth, or fame, I hanker to\\nreturn,\\nNor that love s kisses once again upon my lips may burn;\\nLet me but once more meet the friends that long have\\nbeen so dear,\\nAnd who, if I m not there, will say, Would God that he\\nwere here!\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, e.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094323\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAre you not deadf the King then said. Well, what\\nof that? said he,\\nIf I AM dead, I ve not been waked, and buried decently.\\nAnd why, the Monarch cried, desire again to share\\nlife s toils,\\nFor the sake of one good frolic more, even at Johnny\\nCoyle s?\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nWe ve Nectar and Ambrosia here; we do not starve\\nthe dead.\\nDid you ever sample canvass -backs and terrapins? he said\\nThe table of your Majesty well served is, I dare say;\\nBut I wish you were at Johnny Coyle s, to taste\\nhis St. Peray.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nIf its good company you want, the King said,\\nWe ve the best\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nPhilosophers, Poets, Orators,Wits, Statesmen, and the rest;\\nThe courtiers of the good old times, the gentlemen\\nmost rare.\\nSays he, With those I ll meet at Coyle s your folks will\\nnot compare,\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094324\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSays the King, There s Homer here, and all the\\nbards of aueieut Greece,\\nAnd the chaps that sailed away so far to fetch the\\ngolden fleece\\nWe ve Tully, Horace, and Montaigne. Says he, I ll\\nmatch the lot,\\nIf you ll let me go to Johnny Coyle s, and fetch them\\non the spot.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nWhom will yon bring? said Pluto. Charley Boteler\\nfirst I ll bring.\\nFacile princeps of good fellows, always ready for a ring,\\nIn whose presence Aleibiades eclipsed shall hide his head,\\nAnd Charley shall take rank among the Past s illustrious\\ndead.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nThe next shall Walter Lenox be, the generous and true,\\nWho loves the old friends better than he e er can love\\nthe new;\\nJack Savage next, who, heart in hand, demands who wants\\na friend?\\nWhere Freedom is to fight for, where the Right is to defend?\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094325\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI ll bring you Burwell, Prince of Wits and Prince of\\nStatesmen, too,\\nWho like Bayard, the dauntless Knight, reproach and\\nfear ne er knew:\\nAsh. White, whose heart, defying time, is always in its\\nyouth\\nGeorge Gideon, grand in honesty, grand in the simple\\ntruth.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nI ll bring you Philip Barton Key, the Roman Tully s\\npeer.\\nAnd Jonah Hoover, frank and brave, straight -forward\\nand sincere;\\nMcGuiRE, the generous, liberal friend, the patron of the\\narts,\\nWho, not content with fortune, takes delight in winning\\nhearts.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c,\\nModest, reserved and silent, ingenuous, bashful, shy,\\nShelton McKenzie shall descend, your drinkables to try;\\nThe generous boon -companion he, the genial humorist.\\nWho counts his friends by thousands, and ne er drops one\\nfrom the list.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094326\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd AXiEXANDER Dimitry s great soul shall come to claim\\nIts place among the giants, and upon the roll of fame;\\nThe noble by God s patent he, the fiery and the frank,\\nWho at the living springs of Truth its inspiration drank.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nI ll bring the Empresario, Bev. Tucker, who shall win\\nFrom Pericles Aspasia, if he chooses to go in;\\nThe man without an enemy, the wit, the Sheridan\\nIn whom two continents confess the gallant gentleman.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nThe Barrow- Knight, Ben Perley Poore, shall come queer\\ntales to tell,\\nWho as writer, friend, wit, gentleman, all he aims to do,\\ndoes well;\\nGeorge French, our paragon, shall come, to charm\\nyour ghosts with song.\\nTill Tartarus seems Elysium, to the fascinated throng.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, See.\\nHugh Caperton shall come likewise, the generous Advocate,\\nWho never lets the Right upon Expediency wait;\\nAnd Arnold Harris, in whom all the manly virtues blend,\\nGood soldier, clever gentleman, frank foeman, loyal friend.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094327\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIf these will not coutent you, Robert Johnson, I ll\\nbring, too,\\nThe very bravest of the brave, the truest of the true;\\nImpulsive, generous, fearless, frank, the Senate s Paladin,\\nWho never did ungenerous act a victory to win.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coj-le s, c.\\nAnd with him Johnny Coyle himself, who never left a\\nfriend.\\nNor harbored an ignoble thought, nor sought a selfish end;\\nThe Arthur he among his knights, the pride of all his peers,\\nWhose soul but grows more generous, with the swift\\nrevolving years.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nEnough! old Pluto cried; the law must be enforced,\\ntis plain;\\nIf with those fellows once you get, you ll ne er return\\nagain\\nOne night would not content you, and your face would\\nne er be seen,\\nAfter that spree at Johnny Coyle s, by me or by my\\nQueen.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094328\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd if all these fellows came at once, what would be-\\ncome of us?\\nThey d drowu old Charon in the Styx, and murder Cer-\\nberus\\nMake love to all the women here, and even to my wife;\\nDrink all my liquor up, and be the torment of my life.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c,\\nThey d laugh and sing and rollick here, and turn night\\ninto day;\\nWhile every one his best would do to drive dull care\\naway;\\nWe ll take them by instalments, sir so you may\\ne en remain.\\nAnd dismiss all hope of visiting the upper world\\nagain.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coj^le s, c.\\nNow something rash would have been said by\\nArkansaw, no doubt,\\nBut the Queen winked at him, as to say, take\\ncare what you re about!\\nFor yery much elated was the fair Proserpine,\\nAt the promise of unbounded fun with this good company.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094329\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo then she hnug round Pluto s neck, and to her\\nsnowy breast\\nShe clasped the cross old vagabond, and fondly him\\ncaressed\\nAnd while her kisses warm and soft upon his lips\\ndid rain,\\nShe murmured, Let him go, my love, he ll surely\\ncome again.\\nOne spree at Johnny Cojde s, c.\\nSaid he, I won t; said she, Dear Lord, do let\\nme have my way!\\nLet him be present at his wake! How can you say\\nme nay?\\nI m sure you do not love me; if you did, you d\\nnot refuse.\\nWhen I want to get the fashions, and you want to\\nhear the news.\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, c.\\nAnd so at last the Queen prevailed, as women alwaj^s do.\\nAnd thus it comes that once again this gentleman s\\nwith you;\\nHe s under promise to return, but that he means to break,\\nAnd many another spree to have, besides this present wake.\\n22-P", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094330\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOne spree at Johnny Coyle s, one spree at\\nJohnny Coyle s;\\nAnd who would not be glad to join a spree at\\nJohnny Coyles?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN.\\nThis was written iu the winter of 1852-3, at Washington.\\nThe credit of originating it is due to William M. Burwell, then\\nof Liberty, Virginia, now of New Orleans, who was that winter at\\nWashington, a person of infinite humor, a capital scholar and most\\noriginal thinker. He composed three or four of the verses and\\nhanded tliem to Albert Pike, who completed the song.\\nThe subject of it, The Fine Arkansas Gentleman, was Major\\nElias Eector, of Arkansas, long a resident of that State and living\\nnear the border, or the Choctaw and Cherokee lines, but who was\\nthat winter at Washington, seeking the position of Marshal of the\\nArkansas district, which he had before held for several years, but\\nlost upon the accession of President Taylor.\\nMajor Rector was a zealous Democrat, but with many warm\\nfriends on the other side. These friendships, which were lasting\\nones, he owed to his genial nature, his generosity, courage, high\\nsense of honor, and abundant hospitality. He was a person of fine\\npresence, of great intelligence, and of an excellent and most original\\nquaint wit one of his peculiarities being that he wore his hair long,\\nand put up with a comb, like a woman s. In the earlier days of Ar-\\nkansas, when the strife of polities was exceedingly bitter, he was a\\nbold, daring partizan, often engaged in personal difficulties and mak-\\ning many enmities, all of which he outlived. No man had a kinder\\nheart, warmer affections, or a more true, generous and loyal nature.\\nNor was any man more courtly and like an English gentleman in his\\nmanners.\\nThe song was sung for the first time when he was present, and\\nat a party given by Robert W. Johnson, then a member of the\\nHouse of Representatives, and afterwards Senator from Arkansas.\\nDr. Wm. p. Reyburn was a physician residing in New Orleans,\\nand at that time in Washington. He had, many years before, lived\\nin Arkansas, and was an intimate friend of Major Rector. The\\nDoctor was immensely corpulent, and brimful of joke, jest and anec-\\ndote, a gourmand, easy and indolent, but of vigorous intellect and\\ngreat shrewdness, jovial, generous, and loyally trustworthy, a better\\nFalstaff, in all the huge Knight s good qualities, including his wit,\\nthan Hackett himself. Dear old fellow! he returned to Arkansas in\\n1861, a Surgeon in the Confederate Army, after an absence of more\\nthan twenty years, to die and be buried there.\\nPrindle, though the keeper of a gaming house on Pennsylvania\\nAvenue, was a good, true, honest, generous man, whose kindness of\\nheart and lavish bounties and his own improvidence at last made him\\npoor. He had often returned to young men the money they had lost\\nto his Bank; and was therefore liked and respected by many who\\nknew him well, and among whom many had National reputations.\\n[Note by Gen. Pike.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094332\\nI.\\nNow all good fellows, listen, and a story I will tell\\nOf a mighty clever gentleman who lives extremely well\\nIn the western part of Arkansas, close to the Indian line,\\nWhere he gets drunk once a week on whisky, and imme-\\ndiately sobers himself completely on the very best of\\nwine\\nA fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!\\nII.\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman has a mighty fine estate\\nOf five or six thousand acres or more of land, that will\\nbe worth a great deal some day or other if he don t\\nkill himself too soon, and will only condescend to\\nwait;\\nAnd four or five dozen negroes that would rather work than\\nnot,\\nAnd such quantities of horses, and cattle, and pigs, and\\nother poultry, that he never pretends to know how\\nmany he has got;\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094333\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIII.\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman has built a splendid house\\nOn the edge of a big prairie, extremly well populated with\\ndeer, and hares, and grouse;\\nAnd when he wants to feast his friends he has nothing\\nmore to do\\nThan to leave the pot -lid off, and the decently behaved\\nbirds fly straight into the pot, knowing he ll shoot\\nthem if they don t; and he has a splendid stew,\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!\\nIV.\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman makes several hundred\\nbales.\\nUnless from drought or worm, a bad stand, or some other\\ndamned contingency, his crop is short or fails;\\nAnd when it s picked, and ginned, and baled, he puts it\\non a boat.\\nAnd gets aboard himself likewise, and charters the bar,\\nand has a devil of a spree, while down to New\\nOrleans he and his cotton float.\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman.\\nClose to the Choctaw line!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "-334-\\nV.\\nAnd when he gets to New Orleans he sacks a clothing\\nstore,\\nAnd puts up at the City Hotel, the St. Louis, the St.\\nCharles, the Veranda, and all the other hotels in the\\ncity, if he succeeds in finding any more;\\nThen he draws upon his merchant, and goes about and\\ntreats\\nEvery man from Kentucky, and Arkansas, and Alabama,\\nand Virginia, and the Choctaw nation, and every\\nother damned vagabond he meets!\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!\\nVI.\\nThe last time he was down there, when he thought of\\ngoing back.\\nAfter staying about fifteen days, more or less, he dis-\\ncovered that by lending and by spending, and being\\na prey in general to gamblers, haekmen, loafers, bro-\\nkers, hoosiers, tailors, servants, and many other\\nindividuals, white and black.\\nHe distributed his assets, and got rid of all his means,", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094335\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd had nothing left to show for them, barring two or\\nthree headaches, an invincible thirst, and an extremely\\ngeneral and promiscuous acquaintance in the afore\\nsaid New Orleans;\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!\\nVII.\\nNow, how this gentleman got home is neither here nor\\nthere,\\nBut I ve been credibly informed that he swore worse than\\nforty -seven pirates, and fiercely combed his hair;\\nAnd after he got safely home, they say he took an oath\\nThat he d never bet a cent again at any game of cards,\\nand, moreover, for want of decent advisers, he fore-\\nswore whisky and women both;\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman.\\nClose to the Choctaw line\\nVIII.\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman went strong for Pierce and\\nKing,\\nAnd so came on to Washington to get a nice fat office, or\\nsome other equally comfortable thing;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094336\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut like him from Jerusalem that went to Jericho,\\nHe fell among thieves again, and could not win a bet\\nwhether he coppered it or not, so his cash was bound\\nto go\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!\\nIX.\\nSo when his moneys all were gone, he took unto his bed,\\nAnd Dr. Reyburn physicked him, and the chamber-maid,\\nwho had a great affection for him, with her arm held\\nup his head;\\nAnd all his friends came weeping round, and bidding him\\nadieu.\\nAnd two or three dozen preachers, whom he didn t know\\nat all, and didn t care a damn if he didn t, came\\npraying for him too;\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman.\\nClose to the Choctaw line!\\nThey closed his eyes and laid him out all ready for the\\ntomb,\\nAnd merely to console themselves they opened the biggest\\nkind of a game of faro right there in his own room;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094337\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut when he heard the checks, he fluug the linen off his\\nface, and sung out, just precisely as he used to\\ndo when he was alive, Prindle, don t turn! hold on!\\nI go twenty on the king, and copper on the ace!\\nThis fine Arkansas gentleman,\\nClose to the Choctaw line!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "AFTER-DINNER.\\nEXPLANATION.\\nIn the winter of 1859-1860, Beverly Tucker, then Coansul at\\nLiverpool, sent John F. Coyle, of Washington, a saddle of mutton,\\nand sundry pheasants and other game. Upon this John made up a\\ndinner party of twenty, doing so on the condition that I should write\\nsomething to be sung at table. The result was the following werses,\\nwhich were sung by Jack Savage. In each verse after the sixth, a\\nblank was left, where the person named in it was to write his name\\nwhich each did when the verse had been sung. A copy of it was\\ntransmitted to Bev. by next mail. He had it lithographed, and\\nsent over a few copies, of one whereof the following is a printed\\ncopy.\\nOf the twenty persons, eight only are now living. Worthless as\\na poem, the lines are priceless to me for the signatures and the memo-\\nries they invoke. [Albert Pike.\\nHeu! Quanto minus est cum reliquis versari,\\nQuam istorum qui deciderunt meminisse.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "AFTER DINNER.\\nTo Beverley Tucker, Esquire, Greeting:\\nDear Bev. this greeting goes to you across the Atlantic brine,\\nFrom the little room at Johnny Coyle s where once we\\nused to dine,\\nAnd where we ve met today, to eat your mutton and\\nyour game,\\nWhich lately over that same brine, a welcome present came.\\nOf course the Host himself presides, this memorable\\nnight,\\nWith Jon Kingman on his left, Will Hunter on his\\nright;\\nAt the foot our genial Mayor, better known as Jim\\nBerrett,\\nOn either hand of whom Clem Hill, and Walter Lenox sit.\\nBetween these jovial chiefs, your friends around the\\ntable throng;\\nHugh Caperton, of martial fame. Jack Savage, full of song,\\nArnold Harris, Charley Boteler, who was never known\\nto tire,\\nBuck Bayliss, Robert Johnson, Charley Winder, Jim\\nMcGuire.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094340\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nKnox Walker, from far Tennessee, by Jonah Hoover sits,\\nAnd Albert Pike, of Arkansaw the glass ne er pretermits:\\nNed Tidball, Major Donoho, and Roj-al Robert Onld,\\nJust twenty, Bev.! you recollect the room will no more\\nhold.\\nIn Oeil de Perdrix, St. Marceaux, Veuve Chiquot, St.\\nPeray,\\nIn Liebfraunmilch, Latour, Lafitte, and ruddy Romance,\\nIn ripe Amontillado we remember you, old friend!\\nAnd Sercial and Buel to the feast enchantment lend.\\nNow while old songs are earrolled, and all hearts are\\nfull of glee,\\nTis moved and seconded, and all without demur agree.\\nThat each shall send you greeting, in these free and\\neasy rhymes.\\nThat, redolent of fun, shall stir the memories of old times.\\nTis ordered that the host himself the first wish shall\\nexpress.\\nAnd I drain the brimming bumper, to your health, and\\nhappiness;\\nContented, prosperous, fortunate, unvexed by care or toil.\\nMay your days glide gracefully away is the wish of John\\nCOYLE.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094341\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMay heaven its richest blessings shed upon your house\\nand you!\\nYour enemies prove impotent, your friends prove staunch\\nand true,\\nMay your Life s current smoothly flow, nor vainly chafe\\nand fret,\\nAgainst the impediments of fate! this drinks James G.\\nBerret.\\nMay all your paths be pleasantness, your life be free\\nfrom care.\\nYour Evening like your Morning and Meridian be fair.\\nAnd when Life s Sunset calmly comes, may all your Sky\\nbe clear,\\nI, W. Hunter, breathe this wish, heartfelt, and most sincere.\\nI like the good old fashioned Toast, Health, Peace and\\nCompetence!\\nHealth, on good terms, with social cheer, and foe of\\nabstinence\\nPeace without dulness; Competence without frugality.\\nAll this in loving kindness Bev., E. Kingman wishes thee.\\nMay Heaven preserve you from all ills, this mortal state\\nthat vex.\\nFrom all annoyances that sting, all troubles that\\nperplex", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094342\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMay no great sorrow sadden you, and no bereavement\\nchill,\\nThe generous heart we love so well! Thus wishes\\nClement Hill.\\nMay Canvass -backs and terrapins still be within your\\nmeans\\nMay Pheasants not destroy your taste for homely jowl and\\ngreens\\nNor English rolls, corn -bread displace, nor any royal fish,\\nMake you contemn Potomac shad! I, Arnold Harris,\\nwish.\\nMay time take from you none you love, nor any friend\\nestrange,\\nNor kindliness and confidence to cold indifference change I\\nNor doubt, or dumb suspicion of an old friend s truth\\nspring up!\\nTo this C. W. BoTELER drains an overflowing cup.\\nLet others wish you what they please, this wish, dear Bev.,\\nis mine;\\nSoon may your chimney-corner be once more your only\\nshrine\\nAt home with loving hearts around, no longer an estray.\\nMay you find happiness indeed! I, E. M. Tidball, praj", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094343\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen e er you want to borrow, may yon find a loyal\\nfriend,\\nWho fortunately flush himself will be rejoiced to lend!\\nYou ll never want the ready will, a friend in need to aid,\\nAnd may you never want the means, J. Knox Walker s\\nwish is said.\\nMay these familiar Signatures, these unpretending rhymes.\\nSweet memories awaken, and bring back the good old\\ntimes\\nOh Barnum! may you soon return, our merriment to\\nshare\\nVouchsafe this favour, Oh, ye Gods! is Charles H.\\nWinder s prayer.\\nIf Fortune will be less than kind, may she not cruel be,\\nNor in her wrath afflict you with the last calamity.\\nMay you Congressional slavery scape, whatever else be-\\ntides\\nThis Robert W. Johnson asks, and asks no boon besides.\\nMay you full long with appetite and palate unimpaired.\\nTo feast on fish and flesh and fowl be mercifully spared!\\nWithout that penalty the gout, which some for pleasure\\npay,\\nMay you that luxury enjoy! I, Bucener Bayly, pray.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094344\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHealth, Wealth and Happiness! may you this three-fold\\nboon attain!\\nMay Envy, Hate, and Malice, seek to injure you in vain!\\nAnd if, dear Bev., between us. Power again is put to choose,\\nMay you the wished for office win, and J. D. Hoover lose!\\nMay you ne er lose your taste for Wine, nor then pota-\\ntions choose.\\nNor off your feet or foundered, Bev., to drain your glass\\nrefuse,\\nLong may the generous life-blood of the grape j our wit\\ninspire.\\nAnd drive away dull care, old friend! wishes James C.\\nMcGuiRE.\\nWhenever you re reported dead, and many a manly eye\\nWith tears attest the soul s sharp pain, may it be proved\\na lie!\\nMay such a wake be given yoii, as once was given me,\\nAnd may I, Albert Pike, and all these friends be there\\nto see!\\nWhen e er again a President you help to nominate,\\nMay your share of the pickings be at least a consulate!\\nDue meed for loyal services, may none from you withhold\\nNor those you help ungrateful prove! thus wishes Robert\\nOULD.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094345\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShould sorrows sadden yon, my friend or fortune prove\\nunkind,\\nReceive the buifets dealt by Fate, with firm and equal mind!\\nFrom whatsoever quarters ill-luck s cross-winds wildly blow,\\nMay you as safe at anchor ride, as Tho3Ias Donoho.\\nDear Be v., I, Johann Savage, drink with all my soul to this\\nMay all the arrows of hard fate your portly person miss!\\nLord love you, Bev., and bless you with those blessings\\nmanifold.\\nWhich round the home -hearth clustering, are more than\\nplace or gold.\\nMay those dear ones at home be spared to make with their\\nsweet eyes.\\nThat home when to it you return, once more a Paradise!\\nMay you with them to cherish you, long walk Life s pleas-\\nant ways.\\nAnd fall asleep in peace at last! Thus Walter Lenox\\nprays.\\nThe last wish is assigned to me and as when old friends part,\\nHand lingers clasping hand, and heart seems clinging unto\\nheart;\\nSo I, Hugh Caperton, so all with one accord do cry,\\nWhile the voice falters at the word. Bear Bev., old friend,\\nGood bye.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "CRUISKEEN LAN.\\nLet the Statesman swarm like bees,\\nAt Receptions and Levees,\\nAnd Diplomats the drawing -room adorn;\\nLet Patriots grow gray.\\nFretting, fuming life away\\nI m contented with my Cruiskeen Lan.\\nGra ma cree ma Cruiskeen,\\nSlanthe gal ma Vourneeu,\\nGra ma cree ma Cruiskeen Lan;\\nGra ma cree ma Cruiskeen,\\nSlanthe gal ma Vourneen,\\nGra ma cree ma Colleen ban, ban, ban,\\nGra ma cree ma Colleen ban.\\nLet the Great love pomp and show.\\nAnd Life s pleasures all forego.\\nFor Fame, that like a vapor soon is gone;\\nAnd sour old Cent- per- cent\\nCount his profits and his rents,\\nI am richer with my Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nLet him who great would be\\nCrook the hinges of the knee.\\nAnd on Senators and Secretaries fawn;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094347\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI cannot duck and bend,\\nBut I ll alwaj s serve a friend,\\nAnd enjoy my little Oruiskeen Lau.\\nChorus.\\nLet him who fain would thrive.\\nUsurious bargains drive.\\nAnd what he calls his soul, to Satan pawn,\\nI ll freely give and lend.\\nAnd the rest as freely spend.\\nAnd enjoy my darling Cruiskeen Lan,\\nChorus.\\nLet the Fop exhale in sighs.\\nAt the blaze of Beauty s eyes,\\nWhile her jewels reconcile him to her scorn;\\nThe melted rubies shine\\nFor us in generous wine,\\nAnd diamonds in our Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nLet Plutus have his rout,\\nWhere you re squeezed and knocked about,\\nAnd enjoy yourself immensely in a horn;\\nLet the youthful and the gay\\nEnjoy the bal masque;\\nGive me a quiet Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094348\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLet the banker give his feeds,\\nWhere the modest no man heeds,\\nAnd Parvenus on pompous Dullness fawn;\\nGive me a jollier set,\\nOf clever fellows met,\\nAt a friend s to taste his Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nFor no contracts we ve to give,\\nNor any posts by which to live.\\nAnd politics we gayly laugh to scoru\\nWhile like brothers here we stand,\\nHeart to heart, and hand in hand.\\nWith our smiling little Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nMore dear than gold to me\\nShall the recollection be\\nOf the glorious Attic nights that are gone,\\nWhen soul communed with soul.\\nAs away the swift hours stole,\\nWhile we drank our smiling Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nYou may roam the world around\\nTo old ocean s farthest bound;\\nVisit every land the sun looks down upon", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094349\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd fellows to compare\\nWith our set you ll find nowhere,\\nWhen they meet to taste their Cruiskseen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nAt Johnny Coyle s, egad!\\nMany a frolic we have had;\\nAt Hoover s, Wallach s, Berry s seen the dawn;\\nAt Charley Boteler s, too,\\nYou with me, and I with you,\\nHave enjoyed our smiling Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nThis evening with McGuire,\\nFun and frolic shall conspire\\nTo dissipate the cares of daylight born;\\nAnd may we ne er forget\\nThat we here to-night were met.\\nTo take a kindly Cruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus.\\nBe friend to friend more dear;\\nLet estrangements disappear\\nAs the mists that flit away before the morn;\\nGood-bye to jars and feud,\\nLet the old ties be renewed.\\nAs once more we take our Chruiskeen Lan.\\nChorus. 1859.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "OH, JAMIE BREWED A BOWL\\nO PUNCH.\\nA SQNG.\\nOh, Jamie brewed a bowl o punch,\\nAnd a his friends to help cam in;\\nA jollier set of chiels than they\\nThegither 11 ne er be seen again.\\nThey were na fu they were na fu\\nBut just a wee drap in their e e;\\nThe cock might craw and the day might daw\\nBut where the punch was, aye they d be.\\nNow brew the punch, McGuire, said he,\\nAnd mak it Strang and make it guid.\\nFor nae thing i the warld s like punch\\nTo warm the heart or stir the bluid.\\nFor we re na fu we are na fu\\nBut just a drappie in our e e;\\nThe cock may craw, the day may daw\\nBut where the punch is aye we ll be.\\nSo Charley Boteler brought the bowl\\nA huge big bowl, a mighty ane.\\nWherein if ony man should fa\\nHe d droon, if not himsel his pain;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094351\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor Charley, too, he was na fii\\nBut just a drappie in his e e;\\nThe cock might craw, the day might daw\\nBut where the punch was, aye d be he.\\nAnd neist cam Jonah Hoover in.\\nAnd brought the lemons for his share,\\nAnd said We ll ha e a time to-night.\\nGin I never drink a jorum mair.\\nFor I m na fu I m na that fu\\nBut just a drappie in my e e;\\nThe cock may craw, the day may daw\\nBut where the punch is, aye I ll be.\\nGeorge Gideon wi the sugar cam\\nAnd dinged it i the mighty bowl.\\nAnd cried Mak haste, boys, wi your brew!\\nFor George ye see s a thirsty soul:\\nHe was na fu was na that fu\\nBut just a drappie in his e e;\\nThe cock might craw, the day might daw\\nBut where the punch was, aye d be he.\\nAnd Arnold Harris brought the tea,\\nSma was the use he had for that.\\nSin when its taste and water s too.\\nHe i th AuLD Seventh had clean forgat.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094352\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe was na fu was iia that fii\\nBut just a drappie in his e e;\\nThe cock might craw, the day might daw\\nBut where the punch was, aye d be he.\\nThen fu of quips and jokes, and jests.\\nCam waubling in douce Johnny Coyle\\nWi aue big jug of Farintosh,\\nAuld as himself, and smooth as oil.\\nHe was na fu c.\\nGeorge French popped in the lumps of ice,\\nNae sign was that his heart was eauld.\\nAnd aye he trilled a merry sang,\\nAnd syne a funny story tauld.\\nHe was ua fu c.\\nAt last McGuire lugs out a wheen\\nGreat bottles filled wi generous wine,\\nWhilk wi the lave the brew completes,\\nA nectar glorious and divine.\\nThey were na fu they were na fu\\nBut just a drappie in their e e,\\nThe cock might craw, the day might daw\\nBut where the punch was aye they d be.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094353\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo now the brew s a mixed and made,\\nWe ll gather round it stoup in hand,\\nAnd a blither set ye shall na find\\nIn Pagan or in Christian land.\\nFor we re na fu we re na that fu\\nBut just a droppie in our e e;\\nThe cock may craw, the day may daw\\nBut where the punch is, aye we ll be.\\nSo here s to me, and here s to you.\\nTo present and to absent friends.\\nAnd here s to him who patient takes\\nThe ills misfortune to him sends.\\nFor we re na fu c.\\nTime taks our friends aff fast eneugh.\\nAnd while we live we ll part wi nane;\\nAft as they err, we ll still forgi e\\nTheir errors, mindfu o our ain.\\nFor we re na fu c.\\nWha first shall fail to drain his cup,\\nNae true man shall henceforth be ca ed;\\nWha last shall fill his goblet up.\\nAnd drink it, shall be Prince and Lord.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094354\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor we re na fu, we are na fu\\nBut just a drappie in our e*e;\\nThe cock may craw, the day may daw\\nBut where the punch is, aye we ll be.\\n1860.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "A SONNET.\\nLo! the calm evening of a stormy life;\\nThe Sun, unclouded, in the West declining;\\nPeace at the end of discontents and strife.\\nPeace to the heart long for affection pining;\\nThe mellow radiance that October fancies.\\nOn clouds no longer storm -vext softly shining,\\nWhose golden splendour on their blue peaks dances,\\nAnd paints with purple glow the silver lining.\\nMine! and, behold, in gentle splendour smiles.\\nOver the mountains and brown wildernesses.\\nThe Evening Star, among the silver isles.\\nStar of the Love my autumn -eve that blesses.\\nThat never changing, its sweet self expresses.\\nIn loving looks, kind words and bashful kisses.\\nJanuary, 1874.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN\\nLAND.\\nRead Before the National Convention of Mexican War\\nVeterans, January 16, 1874.\\ny\\nWhen California was a foreign land!\\nHow many shadowy, ghost -like figures stand\\nBetween that Then and Now! forms of dead Years,\\nOld, meager, pale; and four all blood and tears,\\nWith faces full of pain and agony,\\nAnd sitting bowed in speechless misery:\\nAnd three, the farthest from us, laurel -crowned.\\nThe Years for victories over foreign foes renowned.\\nComrades and Friends, the glorious Past recall;\\nLive in it again; in memory upon all\\nYour well-known fields of battle stand again.\\nYoung, hopeful, eager, proud, as you were then.\\nRebels, against the tyranny of time,\\nRide through the hills, the mountain -passes climb;\\nCamp on the streams through fertile vales that flow,\\nFrom the broad beds of everlasting snow;\\nHear once again the Aztec eagle scream;\\nSee once again Santana s lances gleam;\\nThe toils and hardships of the march endure;\\nWin glorj and your country s thanks secure.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094357\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen California was a foreign land!\\nIf time s not raeasured by the dropping sand\\nThat counts the silent moments as they flit,\\nBut by the great deeds that are done in it,\\nThen, Comrades, t is a century or more\\nSince Yankee arras the flag of glory bore,\\nFrom Palo Alto, and from Vera Cruz,\\nDestined the day upon no field to lose,\\nTo the Belen gate; and on its every fold\\nTo have new glories added to the old;\\nBy Taylor s legions won at Monterey;\\nOn Buena Vista s memorable day;\\nWhere Kearney led to victory his command.\\nAnd Stockton s sailors learned to fight on land;\\nAt Sacramento, where the brave troops, led\\nBy Doniphan, the foe discomfited;\\nOn Chnrucusco s bloody causeway won;\\nBy deeds of valor at Contreras done;\\nWhen Worth and Quitman stormed Chapultepee,\\nAnd Mexico lay stranded like a wreck.\\nAfter Resaca, when the Motherland,\\nWith sword uplifted in her mighty hand.\\nCalled on her sous to meet the braggart foe.\\nAnd bear her banners into Mexico,\\nHer trumpet-call, in every hamlet heard.\\nThe North and South alike inspired and stirred.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094358\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThen from the icy hills of pine -clad Maiue,\\nAnd the great lakes, rang out the same refrain.\\nTo the Mexique Gulf and farthest Arkansas\\nReady! and Forward to the seat of war!\\nThen from the cities reigning by the sea,\\nAnd inland marts of earnest industry,\\nFrom the lone homes of hardy husbandmen,\\nCame forth the toilers with the plow and pen.\\nIdlers and artisans, to volunteer;\\nTo all alike their country s honor dear.\\nLittle they cared the cause of war to know;\\nEnough for them that far in Mexico,\\nOur little army, then the nation s pride,\\nFaced gallantly red war s advancing tide,\\nAnd if not shortly re-inforced would be,\\nIt and the nation s flag, in jeopardy:\\nThe flag that tyranny abhors and hates,\\nWhose golden Stars the symbols were of States,\\nEach star a sun that with its own light shone.\\nNot planets, with reflected light alone,\\nAnd making with their stellar harmony\\nThe Constellation s radiant unity.\\nThen, one by one, the days of glory came,\\nThat neither North nor South alone could claim,\\nNor wished to; whose immortal memories are\\nThe common heritage of every Star;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094359\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUntil the conquest of a nation crowned\\nOur arms, and golden California found\\nNo tyrant, by the right of conquest Lord,\\nTo rule her by the tenure of the sword;\\nBut Freedom, ruling by her right divine.\\nMaking her, too, a Star, with ours to shine.\\nNor did we take her by the sword alone,\\nBut by fair purchase made her all our own.\\nEngland remembers, with no lessening pride.\\nThe old fields by her sons blood sanctified;\\nRemembers Agincourt, and Crecy, too.\\nAnd Poictiers, as well as Waterloo.\\nShall the old glories of our arms grow pale.\\nEclipsed by the later? Shall the names grow stale,\\nAnd dim, like stars veiled by an envious cloud.\\nOf which their country once was justly proud?\\nLet us, at least, in reverence hold these names.\\nAnd guard with jealousy their worthy fames;\\nHonoring, as then we honored, all the brave,\\nWhen Illinois strewed flowers on Butler s grave.\\nWhen Indiana mourned the fate of Yell,\\nAnd Mississippi wept when Hardin fell;\\nRemembering that we all were Yankees there,\\nAnd in the common glory had a share.\\nConsenting not that any State should claim\\nExclusive right to any hero s fame.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0099\u00a6\u00c2\u00abWILT THOU ON THY SWEET BOSOM\\nWEAR?\\nWilt thou on thy sweet bosom wear,\\nThe cross I seud to thee,\\nDisdaining not the gift that tells\\nHow dear thou art to me?\\nThreads of thy soft, brown, precious hair\\nDo therein intertwine,\\nQuerida! by thy sweet consent,\\nWith some gray threads of mine.\\nSweetheart! perhaps, when I am dead,\\nIt may kind memories wake,\\nOf one who little cares to live.\\nExcept for thy sweet sake;\\nWho, hoping for such love alone.\\nAs youth to age can give.\\nCould, losing even that, no less\\nOnly to love you live.\\nDarling! upon my breast unseen.\\nIts match and mate I wear,\\nThrilled with the same sweet influence,\\nAs when thy head lay there:", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094361\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd those who find it there when I\\nAm silent, still and cold,\\nMay say, perhaps, this man still loved,\\nThough he was gray and old.\\nThere let them leave the triple cross.\\nOf deathless love the sign.\\nUnder the grass and on my heart.\\nFor it is wholly mine:\\nThough frost -sere leaf and soft spring -flower\\nNot fit companions be.\\nYet I, grown old, O Darling! love\\nBej ond all measure thee.\\nNovember 13, 1874\\n24\u00e2\u0080\u0094 P\\na,\\n3d.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "THE WAIF RETURNED.\\nI send home yonr glove, my daiiiug!\\nDarling! loving and true!\\nTester -eve left where you sat by me;\\nAnd my heart goes with it to you.\\nGoes with it all love and devotion,\\nTo win sweet looks from your eyes,\\nLike the flower which, thirsting in Summer,\\nFor the sweet rain at noon-daj sighs.\\nI send it, yet fain would keep it,\\nFor the little hand that, in mine,\\nYester-eve so lovingly nestled.\\nWhen your kisses were sweeter than wine.\\nCome back soon! I pine, my darling!\\nFor the clasp of your hand again;\\nBring back. Dear! the heart that goes to you.\\nAnd struggles for freedom in vain,\\nAugust 16, 1875.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "CLEOPATRE.\\nGo! woo the sweet South -wind, vain man!\\nThe south -wind capricious and gaj\\nTo be steadfast and constant and true, if you can,-\\nTo you only, but for a day:\\nIt will laugh at you, dancing away,\\nOther lovers to win with caresses;\\nYet as easily keep the gay South -wind you may,\\nBringing odors from maidens soft tresses,\\nAs her, whom so many have loved and adore.\\nThat man s love, for her, has a value no more.\\nGo! sue for the rose s perfume.\\nThat no one may share it with you!\\nAnd with blushes for you only ask it to bloom.\\nWhen fifty as ardently sue\\nIt will laugh with its bright eyes of dew,\\nIts graceful head coyly inclining.\\nAs if weary of words that no longer are new.\\nAnd to win new adorers designing;\\nSo she hears, whose eyes once her fondness i-evealed.\\nAnd her lips sweet assurance of constancy sealed.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094364\\nGo! vex, when the red Sunset dies,\\nThe Evening -Star on her throne,\\nWith your vows of devotion and vain tears and sighs.\\nTo win her to love you alone!\\nPour your heart out in songs all her own,\\nAnd exist only while you behold her!\\nShe will smile still, and shine as she always has shone.\\nUpon all who their folly have told her;\\nAs the ej^es that you love so, the bright sweet eyes.\\nFain would make, everj day, a new heart their prize.\\nEntreat the brown throstle, in May,\\nStaring gravelj at you, where he swings\\nIn the tree-top, to sing for j-ou only, to-day.\\nThe song that to hundreds he sings;\\nAnd the tremulous stir of his wings,\\nAnd the gay song say no to jour suing:\\nSo your darling less fondly and close to you clings,\\nSo, impatiently, half-hears your wooing;\\nWhile for new hearts to win with her soft pleading eyes.\\nAnd her sweet ways and words, she unconsciously sighs.\\nThe bee ask, to haunt but one flower;\\nThe fawn, at but one spring to drink;\\nAsk the down in the air to be still but one hour.\\nThe Stars diamond ej^es not to wink!", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094365\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut be not so vain as to think\\nThat the sweet May can long love November:\\nThe Stars look not back to the brink\\nOf the blue Sea, lost loves to remember;\\nThe bright -eyed and beautiful waste no regrets\\nOn the Past, which the young heart soon gladly forgets.\\nBring back the sweet face! Set it here,\\nWith the roses a -near, where you write;\\nThat the eyes which have blessed you so many a year.\\nMay never be out of your sight.\\nWhen you work there, by day or by night.\\nIt will change not, though she grow disdainful;\\nDo not Genius and Beauty to Youth give the right,\\nTo the self- deceived victims though painful,\\nTo win and to waste a new heart every hour.\\nLike the breeze and the bird; like the star and the flower 1\\nSeptember 3, 1875.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "AS THE SEASONS COME AND GO.\\nThe fresh young leaves are coming, Dear!\\nIn the genial j)rime of May\\nAnd the bees in the blooms are humming, Dear,\\nAnd the world is glad and gay;\\nIs gay and glad, in the ripe bright Spring,\\nForgetting the Winter -snow;\\nBut Winter again the snows must bring.\\nAs the Seasons ebb and flow;\\nAnd so the world goes round in a ring.\\nAs the Seasons come and go.\\nAs the Seasons come and go, and the years\\nOne after another die.\\nWith wan sad faces wet with tears,\\nAnd the laugh that ends in a sigh;\\nIn a sigh, and, sighing, our hopes and joys\\nPace after them, sad and slow.\\nWith our manhood s baubles and childhood s toys,\\nAs the Seasons ebb and flow.\\nLeaving us only the pleasure that cloys,\\nAs the Seasons come and go.", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094367\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe lads are the fair girls wooing, Dear!\\nIn the rath glad days of Spring,\\nAnd the graybeards for young loves suing, Dear!\\nWhile the thrushes, mating, sing.\\nThey are wise, for the Young grow old and gray,\\nAnd Time is a fair girl s foe;\\nAnd maids are fickle, and men will stray,\\nAs the Seasons ebb and flow;\\nFor Love s Forever is but a day,\\nAs the Seasons come and go.\\nIn the new Love s lap all the old are forgot.\\nWhen the mouth new kisses craves;\\nThey are gone, like prayers remembered not.\\nOne after one, like the waves:\\nOn the dead Loves ashes the live Loves tread.\\nAnd into its fires we throw\\nThe false girl s pictures, the tress of the Dead!\\nAs the seasons ebb and flow.\\nForgetting the once -sweet lips so red.\\nAs the Seasons come and go.\\nNo! No! there were Loves we cannot forget.\\nCharming faces, forever dear;\\nSweet lips, with whose kissing ours tingle yet.\\nLoving words we shall alwaj s hear;", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094368\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEyes that we always shall look into,\\nWhether thej love us or no;\\nAdorations immortal, tender and true,\\nThough the Seasons ebb and flow;\\nImmortal, Darling! as mine for you,\\nWhile the Seasons come and go.\\nSeptember 6 1875.\\n-^tJa3(?", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3184", "width": "2023", "jp2-path": "genalbertpikespo00pike_0382.jp2"}}