...country is destined to be the great nation of futurity? WII/LIAM LEGGET'T. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. The earth may ring, from shore to shore, With echoes...His hate of tyranny and wrong, Burn in the breasts he kinJled still. • SKETCHES OVER THE SEA. No. II. THE GOTHA CANAL. THE Wener is an inland sea, one...

...bold and friendly eye, His spirit did not all depart. " Tile words of fire that from his pen Were dung upon the lucid page, Still move, still shake the hearts...His hate of Tyranny and Wrong, Burn in the breasts he kindled still.'* Mr. SEDGWICH, in the preface to his political writings, remarks that " every year...

...death-frost came to lie Upon that warm and mighty heart, And quench that hold and friendly eye, Bis spirit did not all depart. " The words of fire that...His hate of Tyranny and Wrong, Burn in the breasts he kindled still." Mr. SEDOWICK, in the preface to his political writings, remarks that " every year...

...pen Were flung upon the lucid page, Still move, Hill shake the hearte of men, Amid a cold and cowurd age. " His love of Truth, too warm — too strong For Hope or Fesr to chnin or chill, His hate of Tyranny and Wrong, Burn in the breaste he kindled etill." Mr. SEDOWICE,...

...eye, His spirit did not all depart. The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervent page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid...warm, too strong For Hope or Fear to chain or chill, AN EVENING REVERY. PROM AX l:MlMi]lED FOKM. THE summer day is closed—the sun is set: Well they have...

...eye, His spirit did not all depart. The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervent page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid...His hate of tyranny and wrong, Burn in the breasts he kindled still. AN EVENING REVERY. AN EVENING REVERY. FROM AH UNFINISHED POEM. THE summer day is...

...eye, His spirit did not all depart. The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervent page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid...warm, too strong For Hope or Fear to chain or chill, AN EVENING REVERY. I'KO.M AN UNFINISHED POEM. THE summer day is closed—the sun is set: Well they...

...his bold and friendly eye, His spirit did not all depart. " The words of fire that from his pen He flung upon the lucid page, Still move, still shake...His hate of tyranny and wrong, Burn in the breasts they kindled still." So lived and died William Leggett. What a rebuke of party perfidy, of political...

...and friendly eye, His spirit did not all depart. " The words of fire that from his pen He flung'upon the lucid page, Still move, still shake the hearts...His hate of tyranny and Wrong, Burn in the breasts they kindled still," So lived and died William Leggett. What a rebuke of party perfidy, of political...

...impulsive poetry should be written. "The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervent page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid a cold and coward age." And his power of personification at times comes out in bold and broad relief. " Oh FREEDOM I thou art...