Miriam (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
How cool and sweet, O breeze of morn,Thou stirrest in the air,Caressing soft the dewy flowers,The young girl's clustering hair ...
Its clinging, mournful leaves, I said,Seem made to thatch a grave,Around the roots of cypress-treesToo deep in gloom for sun ...
TUSCAN cypresses,What is it?Folded in like a dark thoughtFor which the language is lost,Tuscan cypresses,Is there a great secret?Are our ...
THE centuries of bloodshedAre past, those cruel years;But there is still one countryWhose mountains drip with tears,Whose river-banks are blood-stained,Whose ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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