To Charles Sumner (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrongThan praise the right; if seldom to thine earMy voice hath mingled ...
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrongThan praise the right; if seldom to thine earMy voice hath mingled ...
Cramm'd to the throat with wholesome moral stuff,Alas! poor audience! you have had enough.Was ever hapless heroine of a playIn ...
If many yeeres in honours service spent; If vertues suting with a brave descent, Can give true lustre to a Name; then ...
O'STRONG and pure of soul! - O earnest-hearted!Like stranger-pilgrims at some way-side shrineHave we two met, and mingled faith, and ...
WESTMORELAND and the hills of Cumberland,Though Alps may overpeer them, have a nameUnperishing while the earth still bears in manThe ...
'Twas in a cool Aonian glade,The wanton Cupid, spent with toil,Had sought refreshment from the shade,And stretch'd him on the ...
In serious jest, and jesting seriousness, I strive to scourge polluting beastliness; I invocate no Delian deity, No sacred offspring of Mnemosyne; I pray ...
IN RETURN FOR HIS 'SYMPATHY'AND 'COTTAGE PICTURES,' WHICH WERE ACCOMPA-NIED BY A BEAUTIFUL COLLECTION OF TRIBUTARYLINES.AROUND thy lyre so rich ...
HENCE ! hence, each myrtle, rose, and twining wreath,And all the fictions maddening poets give!Oh! who in such an atmosphere ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789Friend of those years which from Youth's sparkling fountWith silent lapse down Time's swift gulf ...
The age proceeds along its iron path,All hearts a brim with greed; and every hourOur common dreams grow ever more ...
THE weltering London ways where children weepAnd girls whom none call maidens laugh,-strange roadMiring his outward steps, who inly trodeThe ...
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feetHave strayed away where daily we unlearnHow Truth is one with Beauty. For ...
A hallow'd Poets Muse is Th' Holy Dove. Parnassus th' Empyraean Height Above. His lofty--soaring Pegasus Christs Love. Heav'ns Shoure ...
[Goethe says of this ode, that it is the only one remaining out of several strange hymns and dithyrambs composed ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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