The Pine Tree (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
LIFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield,Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered ...
LIFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield,Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered ...
High is the belfry the old sexton stands,Grasping the rope with his thin bony hands;Fix'd is his gaze, as by ...
I cannot see the end: I cannot seeWhen we will win or how. That being soLet us go on, without ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hearThe news that's going round,On the head of bold Ned KellyThey have placed two ...
THE MIND IS AN ANCIENT AND FAMOUS CAPITAL The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend, Be with me travelling on the byeway now ...
Not that I'd quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth yearIn town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don't ...
Ring, bells! and let bonfires outblaze the sun! Let echoes contribute their voices! Since now a happy settlement's begun, Let ...
Muses that sing love's sensual empery, And lovers kindling your enraged fires At Cupid's bonfires burning in the ...
The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain ...
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Interr'd beneath this marble stone, Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
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