Category Archives: Idylls of Champlain

February 25, 1907

Mon., 25  Wash, mop, &tc.  Letter from Mrs Pierce.  Growing cold toward night  Nearly sick & very tired.  Go to bed at 8 o’clock.  Finish Poem “The Otter.” And here is the poem, from “Idylls of Champlain.” It’s also published … Continue reading

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December 8, 1900 & “Winter Clouds”

Sat., Dec 8 Make pumpkin pies, bathe children. Attend to the S. S. lesson. Sick tonight & hurry off to bed. WINTER CLOUDS Dark sullen clouds are lifting Fantastic shapes on high, In changing masses drifting Across the wintry sky. … Continue reading

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November 5, 1900

Mon, Nov 5 Hattie & Lu go to White River Junction on morning train. Ashton here to an early dinner. I drive him to the station at 10 o’clock. Call at Mrs. Pierce’s & get Hattie’s begonia. Tuttle goes to … Continue reading

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“Farragut” last stanza

Each fort was silenced; each bristling gun That burnished shone in the morning sun, Smirched and blackened at eve hung stilled, And moans of the wounded the night air filled; Dead men lay where the living had been, And a … Continue reading

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“Farragut” Stanza Five

As to right and left his brave ships fought, Out of confusion good order he wrought; To right and left rose the battle smoke And far inland the booming broke; Earth with bolted thunder was riven When an angel left … Continue reading

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“Farragut” stanza four

Then into the midst of the deadly shilling Came Admiral Farragut his orders telling, Far up the rigging, and then lest he Become the prey of the hungry sea, Was lashed to the shrouds on the Hartford’s deck And sailed … Continue reading

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“Farragut” stanza three

The brooding silence in echoes awoke, Over Fort Morgan rolled the angry smoke; Beneath the waters in a deadly mine Lay the enemy’s hidden torpedo line. Commander Craven the fray began With the doomed Tecumseh leading the van; She quivered … Continue reading

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