To Lydia Maria Child (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
ON READING HER POEM IN "THE STANDARD."The sweet spring day is glad with music,But through it sounds a sadder strain;The ...
ON READING HER POEM IN "THE STANDARD."The sweet spring day is glad with music,But through it sounds a sadder strain;The ...
My garden roses long agoHave perished from the leaf-strewn walks;Their pale, fair sisters smile no moreUpon the sweet-brier stalks.Gone with ...
Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear O'er this late love's unseasonable glow; Sweet as a violet blooming in the ...
My life was like an Aloe flower, beneath an orient sky,Your sunshine touched it for an hour; it blossomed but ...
Powdered and perfumed the full beeWinged heavily across the clover,And where the hills were dim with dew,Purple and blue the ...
SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears, Rise, let the time of year be May,Speak now the word that April ...
I had not seen my son's dear face(He chose the cloister by God's grace) Since it had come to full ...
Oh, it's back to Killarney, the glow and the gleam of it, Back to Killarney for me; Back to ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
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