Mabel Martin (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
It was the pleasant harvest time,When cellar-bins are closely stowed,And garrets bend beneath their load,And the old swallow-haunted barns —Brown-gabled, ...
The April house was near a pond; It was made of reeds and of rushes, All helter-skelter and out of kelter, And ringed ...
ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were fallingWhen the ranger's horn was callingThrough the woods to Canada.Gone the winter's sleet and snowing,Gone the spring-time's ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
Over the river, and through the wood,To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way, To carry the sleigh,Through the white ...
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
The laughter of sleigh bells was heard on the lips of the snow stormAll day long, and passers were scarcely ...
Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say That a bank of tin is far the best, And I know ...
Horn mad i' the moon,I dancing go,Over the mountainsTo and fro. Beside the brook, Tu-whit, tu-who, ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
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