St.Gregory’s Guest (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A TALE for Roman guides to tellTo careless, sight-worn travellers still,Who pause beside the narrow cellOf Gregory on the Caelian ...
A TALE for Roman guides to tellTo careless, sight-worn travellers still,Who pause beside the narrow cellOf Gregory on the Caelian ...
There's a truth limits manA truth prevents his going any fartherThe world is changingThe world knows it's changingHeavy is the ...
CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORYin midwinter, mighty prince,eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven's ...
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):"Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny! Out of the depths comes our passionate ...
OF all the seven which Rome doth boast, (Fair hills and nobly crowned!) I love the Coelian Hill the most, ...
I mark not seasons by the calendar; My lady's birthdays measure time to me; In spite of Julius or of ...
To what serves mortal beauty '-dangerous; does set danc- ing blood-the O-seal-that-so ' feature, flung prouder form Than Purcell tune ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ...
Beautiful lofty things: O'Leary's noble head; My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd: 'This Land of ...
For Horace Gregory After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn's depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
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