Sumner (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well Holding the helm of state through all these yearsThe land at large unites ...
Ah, yes; why not? Is one more adventitious born Than others--shekels richer, honors fuller, and all that-- That he can pass his ...
THE sombre wings of the tempest,In fetterless force unfurled,Buffet the face of beauty,And scar the grace of the world;But they ...
Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well,Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror,An ancient woe, colossal ...
SONNET. I am unskill'd in speech: my tongue is slowThe graceful courtesies of life to pay;To deck kind meanings up in ...
"A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, ...
I If I were in Japan today, In little Japan today, I'd watch the sampan-rowers ride On Yokohama ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
HE took off his hat to the woman next door,But he wouldn't do that for his wife;He picked up the ...
No sun--no moon! No morn--no noon! No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day-- No sky--no earthly view-- No distance looking ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Take your Heaven further on -- This -- to Heaven divine Has gone -- Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, ...
Recollect the Face of me When in thy Felicity, Due in Paradise today Guest of mine assuredly -- Other Courtesies ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Husbands are things that wives have to get used to putting up with. And with whom they breakfast with and ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
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