Aechdeacon Barbour (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
LANGUAGE is slow. The mastery of wantsDoth teach it to the infant, drop by drop,As brooklets gather.Years of studious toilUnfold ...
Lowliness befits thee, violence suits thee not; a, naked man frantic in a bee-house is out of place. Leave aside ...
RETURNING TO AMERICA. Lady! you ask a farewell verse; Reluctant I obey. Far, gladlier far, would we rehearse Some rhyme to bid thee stay. For, ...
It cannot be that in the muse's bowerAre men, who bartering for their private gainThe lustre of that ancient house ...
Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering, What is the Wherefore of men: Bartering life for a There, Selling his soul ...
White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their ...
A boat is beating in the breast of the lake. Willows hang over, tickling and kissing Neckline and knuckles and ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
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