Lexington (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
1775.No Berserk thirst of blood had they,No battle-joy was theirs, who setAgainst the alien bayonetTheir homespun breasts in that old ...
1775.No Berserk thirst of blood had they,No battle-joy was theirs, who setAgainst the alien bayonetTheir homespun breasts in that old ...
The steamers that put from the Clyde,And the whalers that sail from Dundee,Go forth in their season on top of ...
THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those wise old menDozing all day in lemon-silken robes,With tomes of beaten jade spread knee to ...
'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind, Are frail and failing sair; And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad, Gin I ...
This fields has buried men is browedWith easy gold; day's Midas touchTurns all to richness, only these were ploughedBy poverty ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife,Upon my word I do not heed 'em; ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense;I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' ...
It is nothing to me, the beauty said,With a careless toss of her pretty head;The man is weak if he ...
Come, dear Heart!The fields are white to harvest: come and seeAs in a glass the timeless mysteryOf love, whereby we ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
Stopping to check in to talk with my neighbor my brother, suffering to make his ends meet The economy, the ...
We gain more, learn, grow, it seems, through the grist of adversity the churning stomach, the flushed cheeks, wet furrowed ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
CAULD is the e'enin blast, O' Boreas o'er the pool, An' dawin' it is dreary, When birks are bare at ...
I've made my Will. I don't believe In luxury and wealth; And to those loving ones who grieve My age ...
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