Joseph Rodman Drake's guest appearances

Joseph Rodman Drake

Steve Rimmer

The Beatles

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Eugene Field

John Smith

Bliss Carman

Benjamin Button

Raggedy Ann

George Parsons Lathrop

Luella Miller

Young Goodman Brown

Jane Eyre

Experimenter Bias

Rupert Brooke

Algernon Charles Swinburne

William Blake

Shakespeare VI

Ollie McGee

OwlTail

On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.  Green be the turf above thee,    Friend of my better days!  None knew thee but to love thee,    Nor named thee but to praise.  Tears fell when thou wert dying,    From eyes unused to weep,  And long, where thou art lying,    Will tears the cold turf steep.  When hearts, whose truth was proven,    Like thine, are laid in earth,  There should a wreath be woven    To tell the world their worth;  And I, who woke each morrow    To clasp thy hand in mine,  Who shared thy joy and sorrow,    Whose weal and woe were thine,  It should be mine to braid it    Around thy faded brow,  But I've in vain essayed it,    And feel I cannot now.  While memory bids me weep thee,    Nor thoughts nor words are free,  The grief is fixed too deeply    That mourns a man like thee.F.G. HALLECK.

On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine, It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now. While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free, The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee. F.G. HALLECK.

On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake

On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine, It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now. While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free, The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee. F.G. HALLECK.