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The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield

In two volumes

Fairfield, Sumner Lincoln (1803-1844)

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THE CITIES OF THE PLAIN.

HOUSEHOLD HOURS.

THE SUMMER EVENING HYMN.

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THE LAST NIGHT OF POMPEII:

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THE VISION OF THE FLAMAN.

THE DEATH-CRIES OF POMPEII.

THE FAREWELL OF THE CHRISTIANS.

WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

PERE LA CHAISE.

AN EVENING SONG OF PIEDMONT.

LINES COMPOSED WHILE ASCENDING THE MISSISSIPPI.

THE HOUR OF DEATH.

TO MY SON IN HEAVEN.

TO MY DAUGHTER GENEVIEVE.

SONGS TO CLARA.

GRAVE WATCHING.

THE CONFESSIONAL.

THE SUNSET VOICE.

THE SACHEM'S CHANT.

THE TREASURE OF THE FOREST.

THE SULIOTE POLEMARQUE.

REMEMBERED WRONGS.

THE POET'S NIGHT SOLITUDE.

THE AUTUMNAL EVE.

THE TRIAL OF THE TROTH.

MUSIC AMALGAMATED.

ANCIENT WORSHIP.

THE LAY OF THE LOST.

ABADDON, THE SPIRIT OF DESTRUCTION.

THE LAY OF THE COLONIST.

THE REIGN OF GENIUS.

THE LAY OF THE FATHERLESS.

THE DREAM OF THE SEPULCHRE.

THE DESERT HORSEMAN.

VISIONS OF ROMANCE.

THE FATHER'S LEGACY.

RELIGION UNREVEALED.

THE CHIEF OF HAZOR.

THE SPELL OF THE GLOAMIN.

THE WANE OF THE YEAR.

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On through the death-storm the Decurion sprung.
“No, Mariamne! my beloved restored!
Here, in the home of desolation, here,
I fold thee spotless to my happy heart!
And find my paradise in ruin's arms!
But here we pause not to pour out our souls.
A pinnace lies beneath the cliffs, sayst thou?
Thy hoary wisdom hath redeemed us, sage!
Stay thy weak limbs upon my strength! on! on!
I snatched the slaughtered gladiator's helm—
Cast o'er your heads your mantles—so, away!”