Voice Of New England (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
UP the hillside, down the glen,Rouse the sleeping citizen;Summon out the might of men!Like a lion growling low,Like a night-storm ...
UP the hillside, down the glen,Rouse the sleeping citizen;Summon out the might of men!Like a lion growling low,Like a night-storm ...
A waxing moon that, crescent yet,In all its silver beauty set,And rose no more in the lonesome nightTo shed full-orbed ...
WHEN Advent dawns with lessening days,While earth awaits the angels' hymn;When bare as branching coral swaysIn whistling winds each leafless ...
A solemn, tender melancholy—A soft emotion, sweet and holy;A sense of stillness and repose,O'er my worn heart and spirit flows.I ...
The calm of blessed Night Is on Judaea's hills; The full--orbed moon with cloudless light Is sparkling on their rills: One spot above the ...
AY, it is well! Crush back your selfish tears;For from the half-veiled face of earthly springHath he not risen on ...
Last night, just as the tints of autumn's skyOf sunset faded from our hills and streams,I sat, vague listening, lapped ...
Somewhere in the realms supernal Is a home prepared for me,Where my joys shall be eternal, And my spirit ever free; Mortal vision ...
Fair Harvard, the months have accomplished their round And a year stands full-orbed and complete,Since last at thy summons, with dutiful ...
Beloved, in the noisy city here,The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clearIts ...
The full-orbed moon her lustre shedsAnd floods the land with lambent light.The snowy ridge of distant mountsDeep quiet holds the ...
When behind her violated border, With unflinching bayonet and gun,Belgium, in heroic battle order, Met the savage onset ...
Clasp hands across the world, Across the dim sea-line, Where with bright flags unfurled Our navies breast the brine; Be ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
I wept, but my tears they turned to laughter For I saw how grieving was worse than vain .I saw ...
In full-orbed splendor now the queen of Night, Among the stars walks in her pride of place,And how again we ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed. --Raleigh The full-orbed moon with ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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