A Boston Ballad, 1854
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To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early,
Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.
Clear the way there Jonathan!
Way for the President's marshal—way for the government cannon!
Way for the Federal foot and dragoons, (and the apparitions
copiously tumbling.)
I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play
Yankee Doodle.
How bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops!
Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through Boston town.
A fog follows, antiques of the same come limping,
Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear bandaged and bloodless.
Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth!
The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see!
Phantoms! phantoms countless by flank and rear!
Cock'd hats of mothy mould—crutches made of mist!
Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men's shoulders.
What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of
bare gums?
Does the ague convulse your limbs? do you mistake your crutches for
firelocks and level them?
If you groan such groans you might balk the government cannon.
For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your
white hair be,
Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows,
See how well dress'd, see how orderly they conduct themselves.
Worse and worse—can't you stand it? are you retreating?
Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
Retreat then—pell-mell!
To your graves—back—back to the hills old limpers!
I do not think you belong here anyhow.
But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it
is, gentlemen of Boston?
I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England,
They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the
royal vault,
Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the
graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey,
Find a swift Yankee clipper—here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper,
Up with your anchor—shake out your sails—steer straight toward
Boston bay.
Fetch home the roarers from Congress, make another procession,
guard it with foot and dragoons.
This centre-piece for them;
Look, all orderly citizens—look from the windows, women!
The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that
will not stay,
Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.
You have got your revenge, old buster—the crown is come to its own,
and more than its own.
Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from
this day,
You are mighty cute—and here is one of your bargains.
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- 7.Eidolons
- 11.Beginners
- 12.To the States
- 15.Me Imperturbe
- 16.Savantism
- 22.Poets to Come
- 24.Thou Reader
- 26.Song of Myself
- 38.Native Moments
- 56.Trickle Drops
- 57.City of Orgies
- 60.To a Stranger
- 76.To a Western Boy
- 81.Full of Life Now
- 82.Salut au Monde!
- 87.A Song of Joys
- 96.To You II
- 98.Myself and Mine
- 100.With Antecedents
- 101.A Broadway Pageant
- 104.Tears
- 111.Patroling Barnegat
- 112.After the Sea-Ship
- 116.Gods
- 117.Germs
- 118.Thoughts
- 119.Perfections
- 121.To a President
- 122.I Sit and Look Out
- 123.To Rich Givers
- 128.The Runner
- 129.Beautiful Women
- 130.Mother and Babe
- 131.Thought
- 132.Visor’d
- 133.Thought-II
- 134.Gliding O’er all
- 136.Thought-III
- 137.To Old Age
- 138.Locations and Times
- 139.Offerings
- 142.Eighteen Sixty-One
- 143.Beat! Beat! Drums!
- 147.Virginia—The West
- 148.City of Ships
- 159.Not the Pilot
- 161.The Wound-Dresser
- 170.Race of Veterans
- 174.Reconciliation
- 181.Adieu to a Soldier
- 182.Turn O Libertad
- 189.Reversals
- 190.As Consequent, Etc.
- 193.Old Ireland
- 194.The City Dead-House
- 195.This Compost
- 197.Unnamed Land
- 198.Song of Prudence
- 203.Vocalism
- 206.Laws for Creations
- 209.Thought2
- 212.To a Pupil
- 214.What Am I After All
- 215.Kosmos
- 218.Tests
- 219.The Torch
- 221.The Ox-Tamer
- 222.Wandering at Morn
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- 224.My Picture-Gallery
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- 228.Prayer of Columbus
- 230.Transpositions
- 238.Assurances
- 239.Quicksand Years
- 246.Thought-IV
- 247.The Last Invocation
- 251.A Paumanok Picture
- 253.Faces
- 254.The Mystic Trumpeter
- 256.O Magnet-South
- 258.All Is Truth
- 259.A Riddle Song
- 260.Excelsior
- 262.Thoughts-V
- 263.Mediums
- 265.Spain, 1873-74
- 268.Old War-Dreams
- 273.Years of the Modern
- 274.Ashes of Soldiers
- 275.Thoughts VI
- 276.Song at Sunset
- 278.My Legacy
- 280.Camps of Green
- 283.Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
- 285.Portals
- 286.These Carols
- 289.Mannahatta II
- 290.Paumanok
- 291.From Montauk Point
- 294.The Bravest Soldiers
- 295.A Font of Type
- 297.My Canary Bird
- 300.The First Dandelion
- 302.Memories
- 303.To-Day and Thee
- 307.Halcyon Days
- 314.Broadway
- 316.Old Salt Kossabone
- 317.The Dead Tenor
- 319.Yonnondio
- 320.Life
- 321.“Going Somewhere”
- 323.True Conquerors
- 326.Thanks in Old Age
- 327.Life and Death
- 331.The Dying Veteran
- 332.Stronger Lessons
- 333.A Prairie Sunset
- 334.Twenty Years
- 336.Twilight
- 339.The Dead Emperor
- 341.The Dismantled Ship
- 343.An Evening Lull
- 347.Lingering Last Drops
- 350.MY 71st Year
- 351.Apparitions
- 352.The Pallid Wreath
- 353.An Ended Day
- 355.To the Pending Year
- 357.Long, Long Hence
- 359.Interpolation Sounds
- 361.Old Chants
- 362.A Christmas Greeting
- 363.Sounds of the Winter
- 364.A Twilight Song
- 366.Osceola
- 367.A Voice from Death
- 368.A Persian Lesson
- 369.The Commonplace
- 371.Mirages
- 372.L. of G.’s Purport
- 373.The Unexpress’d
- 374.Grand Is the Seen
- 375.Unseen Buds
- A Boston Ballad, 1854
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