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But Here's An Object More Of Dread

But Here's An Object More Of Dread

But here's an object more of dread

Than aught the grave contains--

A human form with reason fled,

While wretched life remains.

When terror spread, and neighbors ran

Your dangerous strength to bind,

And soon, a howling, crazy man,

Your limbs were fast confined;

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Abraham Lincoln Is My Name

Abraham Lincoln Is My Name

Abraham Lincoln is my name

And with my pen I wrote the same

I wrote in both hast and speed

and left it here for fools to read

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To Linnie

To Linnie

A sweet plaintive song did I hear,

And I fancied that she was the singer—

May emotions as pure, as that song set a-stir

Be the worst that the future shall bring her.

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Verse On Lee’s Invasion Of The North

Verse On Lee’s Invasion Of The North

Gen. Lees invasion of the North written by himself—

In eighteen sixty three, with pomp,

and mighty swell,

Me and Jeff’s Confederacy, went

forth to sack Phil-del,

The Yankees the got arter us, and

giv us particular hell,

And we skedaddled back again,

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Abraham Lincoln Is My Name

Abraham Lincoln Is My Name

Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e]

And with my pen I wrote the same

I wrote in both hast and speed

and left it here for fools to read

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The Bear Hunt

The Bear Hunt

A wild-bear chace, didst never see?

Then hast thou lived in vain.

Thy richest bump of glorious glee,

Lies desert in thy brain.

When first my father settled here,

’Twas then the frontier line:

The panther’s scream, filled night with fear

And bears preyed on the swine.

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Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln,

His hand and pen:

He will be good but

God knows When.

Verses found in the personal arithmetic book of Lincoln as a child.

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My Childhood Home I See Again

My Childhood Home I See Again

Canto 1

My childhood’s home I see again,

And sadden with the view;

And still, as memory crowds my brain,

There’s pleasure in it too.

O Memory! thou midway world

‘Twixt earth and paradise,

Where things decayed and loved ones lost

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To Rosa

To Rosa

You are young, and I am older;

You are hopeful, I am not —

Enjoy life, ere it grow colder —

Pluck the roses ere they rot.

Teach your beau to heed the lay —

That sunshine soon is lost in shade —

That now's as good as any day —

To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.

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The Suicide's Soliloquy

The Suicide's Soliloquy

Here, where the lonely hooting owl

Sends forth his midnight moans,

Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,

Or buzzards pick my bones.

No fellow-man shall learn my fate,

Or where my ashes lie;

Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,

Or by the ravens’ cry.

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