Mogg Megone – Part III. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
If I were a poet, my sweetest songShould have the bouquet of scuppernong,With a racy smack in every lineFrom the ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
O rivers rolling to the seaFrom lands that bear the maple-tree, How swell your voices with the strainOf loyalty and ...
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,And I could not see the worldFor the blue mist of ...
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
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