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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 18 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 12 0 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 7 5 Browse Search
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 4 6 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 6 0 Browse Search
C. Edwards Lester, Life and public services of Charles Sumner: Born Jan. 6, 1811. Died March 11, 1874. 4 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 4 0 Browse Search
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I. 2 0 Browse Search
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) 2 0 Browse Search
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe 2 0 Browse Search
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that evening was a short poem written for the occasion by Wm. Beattie, M. D., the gifted and well-known author of Scotland Illustrated, etc. I do not know if it has been published. I remember some of the stanzas. It is an address from England's Poets to the Poets of America. Your Garrison has faun'd the flame, Child, Chapman, Pierpont, caught the fire, And, roused at Freedom's hallow'd name, Hark! Bryant, Whittier, strike the lyre; While here hearts myriad trumpet-toned, Montgomery, Cowper, Campbell, Moore, To Freedom's glorious cause respond, In sounds which thrill through every core. Their voice has conjured up a power No fears can daunt, no foes arrest, Which gathers strength with every hour And strikes a chord in every breast,— A power that soon in every land— On Europe's shore, on ocean's flood— Shall smite the oppressors of mankind And blast the traffickers in blood. Oh, where should Freedom's hope abide, Save in the bosoms of the free? Where should the wretche<
that evening was a short poem written for the occasion by Wm. Beattie, M. D., the gifted and well-known author of Scotland Illustrated, etc. I do not know if it has been published. I remember some of the stanzas. It is an address from England's Poets to the Poets of America. Your Garrison has faun'd the flame, Child, Chapman, Pierpont, caught the fire, And, roused at Freedom's hallow'd name, Hark! Bryant, Whittier, strike the lyre; While here hearts myriad trumpet-toned, Montgomery, Cowper, Campbell, Moore, To Freedom's glorious cause respond, In sounds which thrill through every core. Their voice has conjured up a power No fears can daunt, no foes arrest, Which gathers strength with every hour And strikes a chord in every breast,— A power that soon in every land— On Europe's shore, on ocean's flood— Shall smite the oppressors of mankind And blast the traffickers in blood. Oh, where should Freedom's hope abide, Save in the bosoms of the free? Where should the wretche<