Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at easeBoth names and titles, freely as they please.It costs them scarcely any thing, ...
A "PETITE COMEDIE" IN RHYME.LOVER.COQUETTE! coquette! now, is it fairTo weave for me your magic hair,Binding me thus, all unaware?Till, ...
A bachelor gray, was Valentine Brown;He lived in a mansion just out of the town,A mansion spacious and grand;He was ...
How I succeed, you kindly ask;Yet set me on a grievous Task,When you oblige me to rehearse,The Censures past upon ...
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;"Heave up the worthless lubbers, -The dying and the dead."Up from the ...
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!Welcome, joyous air!Like a demon shadowFlies the gaunt despair!Heaven, through heights of happy calm,Its heart of hearts uncloses,To ...
An unbelieving smile flits on youreyes when I come to you to take myleave. I have done it so often that ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
O SWEET September in the valley Carved through the green hills, sheer and straight, Where the tall trees crowd round ...
I Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it ...
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