Isaac McLellan Quotes

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New England's dead. New England's dead!
On every hill they lie;
On every field of strife, made red
By bloody victory.

Isaac McLellan

The land is holy where they fought
And holy where they fell;
For by their blood that land was bought,
The land they loved so well.

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E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower,
That Time upon her angel brow should set
His crooked autograph, and mar the jet
Of glossy locks. Lo! how her chaplet green,
The hoar frost and the canker worm destroy.
Decay's dull film obscures those matchless eyes.

Isaac McLellan

On every thing are traced decay and change. Look! how the shifting seasons slip away.

Isaac McLellan

Go and walk with Nature; thou wilt find Full many a gem in her enchanted cup.

Isaac McLellan

The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.

Isaac McLellan

Isaac McLellan

Isaac McLellan

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Born: May 21, 1806

Died: August 20, 1899 (aged 93)

Bio: Isaac McLellan was an author and poet, some of whose work has achieved notability by republication in anthologies.

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