The Exiles. 1660 (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful ...
Bowzybeus.Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;Forget awhile the barn and dary's care;Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise,The drunkard's flights ...
To-day the plant by Williams setIts summer bloom discloses;The wilding sweethrier of his prayersIs crowned with cultured roses.Once more the ...
THE tossing spray of Cocheco's fallHardened to ice on its rocky wall,As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn,Three ...
DEDICATED TO THE STAY-AT-HOME RANGERSNow, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,Each at his post to do all that he ...
Oh, the rare exhilaration, Oh, the novel delectation Of a ride down the slide! Packed like ice in zero weather, Pleasure-seekers close together, On a ...
'Tis strange to live a year or two in SydneyAnd get acquaint with all its Nonpareils;To dine with people of ...
Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;Their doors, round which the ...
The hoop, the darling justly of the fair,Of every generous swain deserves the care.It is unmanly to desert the weak,'Twould ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
DEAR BOB, you tell me I must write to you,And write in verse a pleasant recreation;But, O, the pen that ...
In Animal House (by which title I callA dwelling whose true name is not that at all)There are dogs on ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
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