James Gates Percival Quotes
1795–1854
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Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy home is high in heaven, Where wide the storms their banners fling, And the tempest clouds are driven.
James Gates Percival— James Gates Percival, To the Eagle.
Theirs is no vulgar sepulchre--green sodsAre all their monument, and yet it tellsA nobler history than pillared pilesOr the eternal pyramids.
James Gates Percival— "The Graves of the Patriots," first published in the United States Literary Gazette, Vol. 2 (1825).
On thy fair bosom, silver lake,The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,And round his breast the ripples breakAs down he bears before the gale.
James Gates Percival— To Seneca Lake, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Hail to the land whereon we tread,Our fondest boast!The sepulchres of mighty dead,The truest hearts that ever bled,Who sleep on glory’s brightest bed,A fearless host:No slave is here:—our unchained feet,Walk freely as the waves that beatOur coast.
James Gates Percival— New England, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
