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 ...
LADY Flora gave cards for a party at tea,To flowers, buds, and blossoms of every degree;So from town and from ...
He'd had his share ov ups an daans, His sprees an troubles too;Ov country joys an life i' taans, He'd run th' ...
Cabin Passenger:FRIEND, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder muchThat he who sails the ocean should be sad.I am myself reflective. ...
Are you bowed down in heart?Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life?Then come away, come ...
Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills,Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,And colder still the brazen chops that ...
WE'LL have the sun now,"the quaking sea gulls said"We've run the gamut of the thundering sea,one by one one by ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child—One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
Thirty years ago I was a fav'rite at the `Vic.'A finished actor, not a Cuff and Collar shooting stick.I roused ...
Doubtless yours are the Masters, giants of mind and of soul,Not fanciful faked pilasters, but columns, supporting the whole;We who ...
Here the dead sleep—the quiet dead. No sound Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays. Winter mid snow caresses ...
LO the twelfth year-the wedding-feast come round With years for months-and lo the babe new-born; Out of the womb's rank ...
OFT on the pavement's edge have I stood, Watching the passing of women and men And known I was one ...
Aloft on footless levels of the night A pilot thunders through the desolate stars, Sees in the misty deep a ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
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