The Sangamon River (Hattie Howard Poems)
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome,From Mad to Saco river,For patriarchs of the primal woodWe sought with vain endeavor.And then ...
Far up on Katahdin thou towerest, Purple-blue with the distance and vast;Like a cloud o'er the lowlands thou lowerest, That hangs poised ...
Oh, I can hear you, God, above the cry Of the tossing trees-Rolling your windy tides across the sky, And splashing your ...
Sitting there, right over the abyss,With the snow hanging down by his head,His elbows propped on a black crag,The devil ...
At dawn in silence moves the mighty stream, The silver-crested waves no murmur make; But far away the avalanches wakeThe rumbling echoes, ...
Under the linden branchesThey sit and whisper;Hardly a quiverOf leaves, hardly a lisp orSigh in the air.Under the linden branchesThey ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
I. This is the Mengene mountain When dawn creeps up at the lake Van This is the child of ...
My miserable countrymen, whose wont is once a-year To lounge in watering-places, disagreeable and dear; Who on pigmy Cambrian mountains, ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
Out of that high pavilionWhere the sick, wind-harassed sunIn the whiteness of the dayGhostly shone and stole away--Parched with the ...
I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye,Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their ...
THE voiceless symphony of moor and highland, The rainbow on the mist,The white moon-shield above the slumber-island, The mirror-lake, star-kist,The ...
The Caucas lies before my feet! I stand where Glaciers gleam, beside a precipice rock-ribbed;An eagle that has soared from ...
The crabs are lunching;An hour I've watched, and still they eat,Pincering microcosms from the scaly rocks,Time to split-second mouth shutteringsLink ...
LAND of the beacon-hills that flame up white, And spread as from on high a word sublime, How is it ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Give little Anguish -- Lives will fret -- Give Avalanches -- And they'll slant -- Straighten -- look cautious for ...
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