An Outdoor Reception (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
On these green banks, where falls too soonThe shade of Autumn's afternoon,The south wind blowing soft and sweet,The water gliding ...
On these green banks, where falls too soonThe shade of Autumn's afternoon,The south wind blowing soft and sweet,The water gliding ...
I HAVE been thinking of the victims boundIn Naples, dying for the lack of airAnd sunshine, in their close, damp ...
I mourn no more my vanished yearsBeneath a tender rain,An April rain of smiles and tears,My heart is young again.The ...
Gone is the Gentian from the hill;Gone is the Wind-flower from the glade;Fritillary and DaffodilHave perished by the ruthless spade.But ...
SWEET are the manners of the wood,Our only old society,Where all the folk are glad and goodIn unrebuked variety.Within this ...
O Lord, grant that in some wayit may rain every day,Say from about midnight until three o'clockin the morning,But, You ...
THE gentian and the bluebell soCan change my calendar,I know not how the year may go,Or what the seasons are:The ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
Sis licet felix ubicunque mavisEt memor nostri . . . vivasOn river banks my love was born,And cradled 'neath a ...
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
God made a little Gentian -- It tried -- to be a Rose -- And failed -- and all the ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
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