Mabel Martin (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
It was the pleasant harvest time,When cellar-bins are closely stowed,And garrets bend beneath their load,And the old swallow-haunted barns —Brown-gabled, ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode;Small sums were charged; few guests the ...
A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;Look down this street-what a splendid view ...
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
Without knowing my number,enclosed by walls and borders,I walk around with a prisoner's moonand perpetual shadow chained to my ankle.Living ...
Surely, to labour for what is not bread,—To earn for an egg a stone instead,— Cheap work, with victuals so dear;Tho' ...
A spring wind on the Bowery,Blowing the fluff of night sheltersOff bedraggled garments,And agitating the gutters, that eject little spirals ...
The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit,I cannot but envy the pride of her wit,Which thus she will ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
I. To one fair lady out of Court,And two fair ladies in,Who think the Turk and Pope a sport,And wit ...
Is it only dirt you notice? Does the thaw not catch your glance? As a dapple-grey fine stallion Does it ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
Ye poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born, Not yet consign'd ...
Give him the darkest inch your shelf allows, Hide him in lonely garrets, if you will,- But his hard, human ...
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