Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President of the United States, serving from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865. He successfully led his country through a great constitutional, military and moral crisis – the American Civil War – preserving the Union, while ending slavery, and promoting economic and financial modernization. Reared in a poor family on the western frontier, Lincoln was mostly self-educated. He became a country lawyer, an Illinois state legislator, and a one-term member of the United States House of Representatives, but failed in two attempts to be elected to the United States Senate.
After opposing the expansion of slavery in the United States in his ... more »
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Abraham Lincoln Poems
My Childhood Home I See Again
I My childhood's home I see again, And sadden with the view;
The Bear Hunt
A wild-bear chace, didst never see? Then hast thou lived in vain. Thy richest bump of glorious glee, Lies desert in thy brain.
The Suicide's Soliloquy
Here, where the lonely hooting owl Sends forth his midnight moans, Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl, Or buzzards pick my bones.
MY childhood's home I see again, And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my brain, There's pleasure in it, too.
Abraham Lincoln Is My Name
Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e] And with my pen I wrote the same I wrote in both hast and speed and left it here for fools to read
You are young, and I am older; You are hopeful, I am not - Enjoy life, ere it grow colder - Pluck the roses ere they rot.
Abraham Lincoln, His hand and pen: He will be good but God knows When.
A sweet plaintive song did I hear, And I fancied that she was the singer— May emotions as pure, as that song set a-stir
Verse On Lee’s Invasion Of The North
Gen. Lees invasion of the North written by himself— In eighteen sixty three, with pomp, and mighty swell,
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''You are ambitious, which, within reasonable bounds, does good rather than harm.''Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), U.S. president. letter to Joseph Hooker, Jan. 26, 1863. Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, vol. 6, p. 78, Rutgers Univer...
''I am naturally anti-slavery. If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong. I can not remember when I did not so think, and feel.''Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), U.S. president. Letter to Albert G. Hodges, April 4, 1864. Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, vol. 7, p. 281, Rutgers Un...
Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the...Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), U.S. president. speech, Dec. 3, 1861. First Annual Message to Congress, Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, vol. 5, ed. R...
''I must, in candor, say I do not think myself fit for the Presidency.''Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), U.S. president. letter to Thomas J. Pickett, Apr. 16, 1859. Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, vol. 3, p. 377, Rutgers U...
''We cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract.''Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), U.S. president. speech, Nov. 19, 1863. Gettysburg Address, repr. In Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, vol. 7, ed. Roy P...
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My Childhood Home I See Again
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
'Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-tones that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving ...