The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
False world, thy malice I espieWith what thou hast designed;And therein with thee to comply,Who likewise are combined:But, do thy ...
Artist! lay the brush aside; Twilight gathers chill and gray; Turn the picture to the wall,-- Thou hast wrought in vain to-day. Thrice twelve ...
Separation turneth sweet existence bitter unto man-It layeth the very vitals upon fierce, devouring flames!Whatever strength and energy the heart ...
From depths of woe I raise to TheeThe voice of lamentation;Lord, turn a gracious ear to meAnd hear my supplication;If ...
God is a Stronghold and a Tower,A Help that never faileth,A covering Shield, a Sword of power,When Satan's host assaileth.In ...
Out, palsied soul, that dost but tremble ever In sight of the bright sunshine;--mine be joy, And the full heart, and eye ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not nor ...
Never the long wind dieth, Never, never, But sigheth, crieth, In its old endeavor, Where the ...
SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
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