The Tent On The Beach (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
THE fires blazed bright till deep midnight,And the guests sat in the hall,And the Lord of the feast, Lord John ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, The years ...
Thus then, much care-worn,The son of HealfdenSorrowed evermore,Nor might the prudent heroHis woes avert.The war was too hard,Too loath and ...
ON A DISTANT VIEW OF HIS COUNTRY, WHICHHE IS QUITTING FOR EVER.DEAR distant land, whose mountains blueStill bound this wild ...
WHERE Holyhead's small isle, by Mona's side,Rears its rude mountains, 'midst the foaming tide,South-Stack's bleak rock emerges from the deep,Round ...
THOU lovely penitent! whose long-drawn sighsBespeak a breast o'ercharg'd with silent grief;O lift once more to heav'n thy downcast eyes,Whence ...
THE BARON hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea; But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to ...
The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,The sky was black and drear,When the crew with eyes of flame brought ...
MY brigantine!Just in thy mould and beauteous in thy form,Gentle in roll and buoyant on the surge,Light as the sea-fowl ...
Look, the raft, a signal flying, Thin--a shred;None upon the lashed spars lying, Quick or dead.Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over, "Crew, the crew?"And ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.Upon the white horizon Atho's peakWeltered ...
Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.Not ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom ...
Grey dawn on the sand-hills -- the night wind has drifted All night from the rollers a scent of the ...
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