The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
1FAST flew the hours. We may not tellOf William's weary quest,How round the outskirts of the townHe roamed like one ...
The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle.Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd ...
<i>Horace, Odes, iv, 7</i>The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
Ah, Sleep, to me thou com'st not in the guiseOf one who brings good gifts to weary men,Balm for bruised ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
May 16: 1568Blow from the North, thou bitter North wind,Blow over the western bay,Where Nith and Eden and Esk run ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
I'LL on; for what should hinder meFrom loving and enjoying thee?Thou canst not those exceptions make,Which vulgar, sordid mortals take-That ...
Virtue may unlock hell, or evenA sin turn in the wards of Heaven,(As ethics of the text-book go),So little men ...
Behold, once more, facetious BenSteps from his paste to take the pen;And as the trumpets, shrill and loud,Precede the sheriff's ...
Horace, Odes, iv, 7The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
ROMANCER, far more coy than that coy sex! Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell, Ere thy baronial keep the ...
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues ...
The Sheriffe of Oxford late is grown so wise As to repreive his Beere till next assize: Alas! twas not ...
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young ...
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