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At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
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Will Dockery
2015-08-10 21:36:26 UTC
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At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar

Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.

[...]

Read more at:
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt

"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."

Excerpted from:
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
Michael Pendragon
2015-08-12 03:38:42 UTC
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Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Peter J Ross
2015-08-12 16:25:26 UTC
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 11 Aug 2015 20:38:42 -0700 (PDT),
Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the
spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's
exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Pssst. I think the illiterate moron you're slurping is dead,
Creepster. Are you a necrophiliac?
--
PJR :-)

τὸν οἰόμενον νόον ἔχειν ὁ νουθετέων ματαιοπονεῖ.
- Democritus
Will Dockery
2015-08-12 18:07:32 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Lamar was quite a poetry figure in his day, after his wife died here in Columbus, he went on to become President of Texas, I kid you not.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirabeau_B._Lamar

Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar (August 16, 1798 - December 19, 1859) was a Texas politician, poet, diplomat and soldier who was a leading Texas political figure during the Texas Republic era. He was the second President of the Republic of Texas after David G. Burnet (1836 as ad-interim president) and Sam Houston.

Lamar grew up at Fairfield, his father's plantation near Milledgeville, Georgia.[1] As a child, he loved to read and educated himself through books. Although he was accepted to Princeton University, Lamar chose not to attend. He started work as a merchant and then ran a newspaper, but both of those enterprises failed.

In 1823, Lamar's family connections helped him to gain a position as the private secretary to Georgia Governor George M. Troup. In this position, Lamar issued press releases and toured the state giving speeches on behalf of the governor. On one of his trips, he met Tabitha Burwell Jordan, whom he married in 1826.

When Troup lost his reelection bid in 1828, Lamar established a newspaper in Columbus, Georgia, the Columbus Enquirer. This venture was much more successful than his previous business attempts. In 1830 his wife Tabitha died of tuberculosis.Lamar was deeply affected and took time to recover his drive.

Lamar's volume of collected poems, Verse Memorials, was published in 1857.

https://librivox.org/author/8802?primary_key=8802&search_category=author&search_page=1&search_form=get_results

The Daughter of Mendoza (in Short Poetry Collection 081 )
Mirabeau Buonaparte LAMAR (1798 - 1859)

And so it goes.
Rod Riprock Jr.
2019-07-22 02:37:05 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Lamar was quite a poetry figure in his day, after his wife died here in Columbus, he went on to become President of Texas, I kid you not.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirabeau_B._Lamar
Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar (August 16, 1798 - December 19, 1859) was a Texas politician, poet, diplomat and soldier who was a leading Texas political figure during the Texas Republic era. He was the second President of the Republic of Texas after David G. Burnet (1836 as ad-interim president) and Sam Houston.
Lamar grew up at Fairfield, his father's plantation near Milledgeville, Georgia.[1] As a child, he loved to read and educated himself through books. Although he was accepted to Princeton University, Lamar chose not to attend. He started work as a merchant and then ran a newspaper, but both of those enterprises failed.
In 1823, Lamar's family connections helped him to gain a position as the private secretary to Georgia Governor George M. Troup. In this position, Lamar issued press releases and toured the state giving speeches on behalf of the governor. On one of his trips, he met Tabitha Burwell Jordan, whom he married in 1826.
When Troup lost his reelection bid in 1828, Lamar established a newspaper in Columbus, Georgia, the Columbus Enquirer. This venture was much more successful than his previous business attempts. In 1830 his wife Tabitha died of tuberculosis.Lamar was deeply affected and took time to recover his drive.
Lamar's volume of collected poems, Verse Memorials, was published in 1857.
https://librivox.org/author/8802?primary_key=8802&search_category=author&search_page=1&search_form=get_results
The Daughter of Mendoza (in Short Poetry Collection 081 )
Mirabeau Buonaparte LAMAR (1798 - 1859)
And so it goes.
Great poem for a read on the lazy riverbank of the Chattahoochee this soft summer Sunday night....
Will Dockery
2015-08-12 22:01:41 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Here's another good one from Lamar...

The Modest Petition of a Newspaper Editor / Mirabeau B. Lamar

Chieftain, Statesman, Patriot, Sage!
Thou bright effulgence of this age,
Recalled once more by public voice,
To guide the State against my choice;

Against my hope and expectation,
Of rising to some lofty station,
Which would no doubt have been the case,
Had Burnet beat you in the race.

Read more at:
http://www.texasheritagesociety.org/A-Poem-by-Mirabeau-B.-Lamar.html
Johnny Galt
2019-08-05 03:35:15 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Here's another good one from Lamar...
The Modest Petition of a Newspaper Editor / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Chieftain, Statesman, Patriot, Sage!
Thou bright effulgence of this age,
Recalled once more by public voice,
To guide the State against my choice;
Against my hope and expectation,
Of rising to some lofty station,
Which would no doubt have been the case,
Had Burnet beat you in the race.
http://www.texasheritagesociety.org/A-Poem-by-Mirabeau-B.-Lamar.html
Sipping wine in the same area this great man strolled.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-05 04:33:12 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Here's another good one from Lamar...
The Modest Petition of a Newspaper Editor / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Chieftain, Statesman, Patriot, Sage!
Thou bright effulgence of this age,
Recalled once more by public voice,
To guide the State against my choice;
Against my hope and expectation,
Of rising to some lofty station,
Which would no doubt have been the case,
Had Burnet beat you in the race.
http://www.texasheritagesociety.org/A-Poem-by-Mirabeau-B.-Lamar.html
Sipping wine in the same area this great man strolled.....
Shut up, Todd.
Johnny Galt
2019-08-05 22:35:42 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Here's another good one from Lamar...
The Modest Petition of a Newspaper Editor / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Chieftain, Statesman, Patriot, Sage!
Thou bright effulgence of this age,
Recalled once more by public voice,
To guide the State against my choice;
Against my hope and expectation,
Of rising to some lofty station,
Which would no doubt have been the case,
Had Burnet beat you in the race.
http://www.texasheritagesociety.org/A-Poem-by-Mirabeau-B.-Lamar.html
Sipping wine in the same area this great man strolled.....
Shut up, Todd.
Why don't you shut up you smarmy little toad man......?? ?
Will Dockery
2016-12-22 13:41:07 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Thanks for the information and feedback.

Continuing with the material gathered by Melissa Hargett, here is Part Two...

Unrest had been smoldering for some months. Earlier in the year, the Creek chiefs gathered at the central Georgia community of Indian Springs to meet with Georgia government representatives. They negotiated at a tavern owned by William McIntosh, one of the five great chiefs of the Creek nation. McIntosh, whose father was a Scot and mother a Creek, was chief of the village of Kawita on the Alabama side of the river, not far from Fort Benning's boundaries.

McIntosh was a distinguished warrior, but his choice of foes did not endear him to some Native Americans. He had fought beside Andrew Jackson in the 1814 Battle of Horseshoe Bend against the Upper Creeks, so there was probably already mistrust between him and some of the Creeks. McIntosh had also fought with American forces against the Seminoles in Florida
More damaging to his reputation was the rumor that he was susceptible to
being bribed by white officials. He was also suspect because he maintained cozy relations with the Georgia governor, George McIntosh Troup, his first cousin.

McIntosh signed his own death warrant when he put his name on the Second Treaty of Indian Springs on May 1, 1825, surrendering all remaining claims the Creeks had to Georgia land. The treaty relinquished Native American rights to land from the Flint River to the Chattahoochee River, including the area now occupied by Fort Benning and the city of Columbus. Reportedly, McIntosh accepted thousands of dollars in return for his signature. Outraged Upper Creek leaders angrily withdrew from the negotiations, branding McIntosh a traitor and the treaty a fraud.

The Creek council had earlier decreed that anyone who sold Creek lands without unanimous consent from the council would be sentenced to death. McIntosh knew he was in danger and sought protection from Georgia officials. No one, however, could save him from the fury of his kinsmen.
Soon after the signing of the detested treaty, Upper Creek warriors invaded McIntosh's plantation, near present day Carrollton, Georgia. They set his house on fire, and when McIntosh ran from the blaze, shot and stabbed him to death.

Violence spread as more settlers began moving onto land many Creeks still considered theirs. The Indians responded with raids on white settlements. The United States government ordered the 4th Infantry Regiment to Fort Mitchell to quell the unrest. The earlier fort had fallen into disrepair, and a new one was built.

The second Fort Mitchell was protected by wooden picket fences about 12 feet tall built in a square. Soldiers built blockhouses on two corners of the square where hiding sharpshooters could train their rifles on all approaches to the fort.

(To be continued)
ARTIST for Hire
2016-12-24 06:01:37 UTC
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Sad history of the local indians...
Will Dockery
2016-12-24 09:57:19 UTC
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Yes. And the story continued to get worse, ending with the removal and genocide of the local native inhabitants.
Zod
2019-02-01 00:50:12 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Thanks for the information and feedback.
Continuing with the material gathered by Melissa Hargett, here is Part Two...
Unrest had been smoldering for some months. Earlier in the year, the Creek chiefs gathered at the central Georgia community of Indian Springs to meet with Georgia government representatives. They negotiated at a tavern owned by William McIntosh, one of the five great chiefs of the Creek nation. McIntosh, whose father was a Scot and mother a Creek, was chief of the village of Kawita on the Alabama side of the river, not far from Fort Benning's boundaries.
McIntosh was a distinguished warrior, but his choice of foes did not endear him to some Native Americans. He had fought beside Andrew Jackson in the 1814 Battle of Horseshoe Bend against the Upper Creeks, so there was probably already mistrust between him and some of the Creeks. McIntosh had also fought with American forces against the Seminoles in Florida
More damaging to his reputation was the rumor that he was susceptible to
being bribed by white officials. He was also suspect because he maintained cozy relations with the Georgia governor, George McIntosh Troup, his first cousin.
McIntosh signed his own death warrant when he put his name on the Second Treaty of Indian Springs on May 1, 1825, surrendering all remaining claims the Creeks had to Georgia land. The treaty relinquished Native American rights to land from the Flint River to the Chattahoochee River, including the area now occupied by Fort Benning and the city of Columbus. Reportedly, McIntosh accepted thousands of dollars in return for his signature. Outraged Upper Creek leaders angrily withdrew from the negotiations, branding McIntosh a traitor and the treaty a fraud.
The Creek council had earlier decreed that anyone who sold Creek lands without unanimous consent from the council would be sentenced to death. McIntosh knew he was in danger and sought protection from Georgia officials. No one, however, could save him from the fury of his kinsmen.
Soon after the signing of the detested treaty, Upper Creek warriors invaded McIntosh's plantation, near present day Carrollton, Georgia. They set his house on fire, and when McIntosh ran from the blaze, shot and stabbed him to death.
Violence spread as more settlers began moving onto land many Creeks still considered theirs. The Indians responded with raids on white settlements. The United States government ordered the 4th Infantry Regiment to Fort Mitchell to quell the unrest. The earlier fort had fallen into disrepair, and a new one was built.
The second Fort Mitchell was protected by wooden picket fences about 12 feet tall built in a square. Soldiers built blockhouses on two corners of the square where hiding sharpshooters could train their rifles on all approaches to the fort.
(To be continued)
Interesting.....
General Zod
2019-02-01 22:37:10 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
I second that....
Brainiac Five
2019-06-07 21:45:38 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
I second this...............
Conley Brothers
2019-06-09 14:09:14 UTC
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It's a shame that people strolling the banks of the Chattahoochee these days have to be subjected to the sight of a drunken George Sulzbach shitting in the bushes while leering at their children.
Will Dockery
2019-06-09 18:48:56 UTC
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Post by Conley Brothers
It's a shame that people strolling the banks of the Chattahoochee these days have to be subjected to the sight
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discrimination_against_the_homeless
Brainiac Five
2019-06-09 21:36:55 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Conley Brothers
It's a shame that people strolling the banks of the Chattahoochee these days have to be subjected to the sight
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discrimination_against_the_homeless
Leave it to a cowardly impostor troll to also be an ignorant bigot.....
Johnny Galt
2019-08-06 02:43:29 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Nice one. It doesn't quite break out of the mundane/break into the spiritual realms (as did Poe's lost love poems), but it's exquisitely crafted and tastefully expressed throughout.
Second and agreed.....

Will Dockery
2015-09-15 12:16:26 UTC
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At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar

Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.

[...]

Read more at:
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt

"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the
spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll
was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for
which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's
death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat
here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."

Excerpted from:
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief

(Reposted for Matt Erwin as another example of a Southern American p-oet, if
you are out there, Matt)
Will Dockery
2016-08-31 22:27:15 UTC
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At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Post by Will Dockery
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard

This is near where the poet lived, who wrote "On The Banks Of The Chattahoochee"... I'll go to my archives for the details on that, but my own song-poem "Chattahoochee Sunset" was inspired by his story and poem, which echoes my own story in many ways.
Will Dockery
2016-12-22 13:22:43 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
In contrast tob the poetry, here is what was happening in reality in the same area, on both sides of the Chattahoochee River:

http://www.topix.com/forum/city/columbus-ga/T4JVUU41KM6N67O3R

Okay, here is part one,, from the archives:

Muscogee Creek Indian History found and posted by Melissa Harget, reposted here for information, archival, historical purposes.
In regard to the Creek Indian Villages in and around Columbus, Ga
Relative peace reigned between whites and Native Americans in the early 1820's. A notable event in the Fort Benning region occurred when the aging Frenchman and Revolutionary War hero, Marquis de LaFayette, journeyed down the Federal Road in March 1825 on his triumphant tour of the country.

LaFayette was one of the last, high-ranking officers of the Revolutionary War still alive.LaFayette's entourage made its first stop on Fort Benning land at a trading post run by an American fur trader. The sky was just clearing after a spring storm when LaFayette's carriage, guarded by the Georgia militia, arrived. Auguste Levasseur, LaFayette's secretary, later wrote that there were two male Indians, "remarkable for their beauty and form," sitting near the doorway of the trading post. The youngest of the pair spoke impeccable English. His name was Hambly (or Hamley), and he was the son of Creek and white parents.

Hambly told the visitors that he had left Indian territory when he was younger to be educated in the United States, but returned to Indian lands because he preferred the native way of life. He had apparently married several Creek women. Levasseur and another man, known only as George, who were traveling with LaFayette carried on a cordial conversation with Hambly who invited them (and apparently the rest of the caravan) to visit his nearby home. There he demonstrated Indian dances for the visitors. Levasseur reciprocated by performing French dances.

Researcher John Metcalf recently pinpointed the probable location of the Hambly farm in an eastern quadrant of Fort Benning. In a report on preliminary investigations at the site, archeologists Christopher Goodwin and Eric Poplin state there were apparent remains of a fireplace and a group of sandstone boulders perhaps used as footing stones for a cabin.

LaFayette and his caravan traveled on to the banks of the Chattahoochee River where they encountered a large delegation of Creeks. At the Kasita crossing, the elderly Frenchman climbed upon a barge. Then young Indian men, first wading, then swimming, dragged the barge across the river. On the other side, LaFayette climbed into a small carriage, and the Indians, using two long ropes, pulled the carriage up the steep slope.

Upon his arrival at Fort Mitchell, an elaborate welcoming ceremony unfolded. There were laudatory speeches in the Frenchman's honor by various dignitaries on the parade ground. The Creek chief, Little Prince, dazzled the crowd with a moving oration. He expressed joy at being able to welcome the honored war hero. After his speech, Little Prince explained to the visitors the lacrosse-type game sometimes called the "little brother of war." Indians then put on a demonstration game. It was one of the last times that local Native Americans and white settlers shared friendly relations.

(To be Continued)
c***@gmail.com
2016-12-22 23:59:47 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
The old style poems are best, they were repeated like spoken word.
Zod
2019-02-05 09:30:16 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
The old style poems are best, they were repeated like spoken word.
Yes it forms a buzz......
Search Services
2016-12-23 05:16:28 UTC
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Wow this is a real golden oldie...
General Zod
2019-02-01 22:10:15 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
Oustanding...............
ME
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Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer
1978
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
Oustanding...............
Outstanding??
The death of Lamar’s wife or the genocide of local Indian tribes?
ME
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At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer
1978
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
Oustanding...............
Outstanding??
The poem.....
Ok.
Thanks no-nads.
Will Dockery
2019-02-05 22:16:24 UTC
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At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that
the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite
evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks
from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade.
Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the
Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by
its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer
1978
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
Oustanding...............
Outstanding??
The poem.....
Ok.
Thanks

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Be nice, troll.

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Rex Hester Jr.
2019-06-28 08:04:58 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer
1978
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
Oustanding...............
Outstanding??
The death of Lamar’s wife or the genocide of local Indian tribes?
The poem....

Ever hear of a poem you ignorant troll...?? ?
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-03 22:06:25 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee / Mirabeau B. Lamar
Oft when the sun along the west
His farewell splendor throws,
Imparting to the wounded breast
The spirit of repose
My mind reverts to former themes,
To joys of other days
When love illumined all my dreams.
And hope inspired my lays.
[...]
http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/muscogee/newspapers/poemexto2260gnw.txt
"The cottage of the Lamars was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home,for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."
Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978
Poem Extols Editor's Grief
A classy bit of poetry fro9m the distant past....
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