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 ...
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
At winter dusk upon the hillside cold,While shivering trees made moan,Went Hojo Tokiyori all alone.Free of his Regent robes and ...
FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from thelake that never fails,Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway'sintervales;There, in ...
THE tossing spray of Cocheco's fallHardened to ice on its rocky wall,As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn,Three ...
Where the road climbs free from the marsh and the seaTo the last rose sunset-gleams,Twixt a fold and a fold ...
AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,Ghost of a dead home, staring throughIts broken lights on wasted landsWhere old-time harvests grew.Unploughed, ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
Over the threshold of his pleasant homeSet in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,In simple trust, misdoubting not the end."Dear ...
O true British goodwife, a word in your earTo help your home-comfort and gladden its cheer,That husband and children and ...
In the blossoming hedge the robin cock sings, For the sun it is merry and bright,And he joyfully hops and he ...
How simply unassuming is that strain,It is the redbreast's song, the friend of man.High is his perch, but humble is ...
1"Drown had a studio, Chelsea-way, And painted there throughout the day, And lived on bacon and beef and bread, And ...
Along the lanes from marketFolk went by:White along the river-sideMist did lie:Hob rode the grey mare,Rob rode the roan:Then met ...
The ploughland has gone to bentand the pasture to heather;gin the goodwife stint,she'll keep the house together. Gin the goodwife ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
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