The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,Wherein I heard a ...
'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sailAre flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale:From the stark night ...
What, wide awake, sweet stranger, wide awake?And laughing coyly at an English sun,And blessing him with smiles for having thaw'dThine ...
"Argantyr! awake-awake-Hervor bids thy slumbers fly.Magic chords around thee break;Argantyr! reply-reply." In vain had they striven-those Beldames three- With all their might ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay,A son of France was he,—Who in his arms for many a day,As though ...
In these green fields, in this green spring,In this green world of burning sweetThat drives its sour from everythingAnd burns ...
Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill,Behold! thou art a woman still!And, by that sacred name and dear,I bid ...
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;Peace all day long, all night, all morrow, But never a time ...
A BALLAD OF SORROW "Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise and let me in; Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will you awake?" ...
IO crownless soul of Ishmael!Uplifting and unfolding the white tent of dreams against the sunless base of eternity!Looking up through ...
She has sunken again into slavery's tomb, Like a thunderbolt quenching itself in the sea;And deeply and darkly engraved is ...
I.A thousand houses of poesy stand around me everywhere;They fill the earth and they fill my thought, they are in ...
If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark - If you should stumble o'er my lifeless clayIn some ...
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ; Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ; Unfold thy forehead, ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
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