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Beyond the struggling lines that push his dread designs - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Wise words suppress the need of swords - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Too strange for fear, too vast for hope - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Our Lares shivered on the hearth - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Four fateful years of mortal strife - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Black festoons that stretch for miles - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Bells that toll of death and doom - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Lets bad instruments produce the best events - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

As greatest kings might die to gain - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Who seem so strangely out of place - Richard Henry Stoddard "Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode"

Wandering along a waste where once a city stood - Richard Henry Stoddard "The End of All" [Atlantic Monthly v.8 no.22, Aug. 1859]

A wind that blew a thousand years ago - Richard Henry Stoddard "The End of All" [Atlantic Monthly v.8 no.22, Aug. 1859]

The arrows of the early frost - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

In iron poverty and hopeless tears - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

And strained my sinews sore - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

One bud from off the tree of Earth - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Fruit from the ripening bough of Thought - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

And drag a chain for years - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Leave my eager foot-prints on the shore - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

A realm in some enchanted zone - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Distilled from asphodels - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

The peerless apples of the Hesperides - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

A swan and shadow floating down - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

The Year demands a sterner chaplet - R.H. Stoddard "Ode [The days are growing chill]"

Moss and grasses cover their decay - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Beheld the Past before me - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Raised a cloud of dusty gold - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

And checked them with a tightened rein - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Sacred nymphs from temples near - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Conquering legions marched behind - R.H. Stoddard "Rome"

Below my feet the thunders break - Richard H. Stoddard "Shakespeare" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Above my head the stars rejoice - Richard H. Stoddard "Shakespeare" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

The bitter wind has banished the silent nightingale - Richard Henry Stoddard "A Winter Scene"

The keepers of the roses have shut the garden-gate - Richard Henry Stoddard "A Winter Scene"

Compare it with the Present's golden page - R. H. Stoddard "The World" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Turn the old sands in the failing glass of Time - R. H. Stoddard "The World" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

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