The Human Sacrifice (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I.FAR from his close and noisome cell,By grassy lane and sunny stream,Blown clover field and strawberry dell,And green and meadow ...
I.FAR from his close and noisome cell,By grassy lane and sunny stream,Blown clover field and strawberry dell,And green and meadow ...
When they thought that Denmark's kingSoundly in the graveyard slumbered,Words incredible, unnumbered,Through the land crept whispering.Rumor said: "The king hunts ...
She came and stood in the Old South Church,A wonder and a sign,With a look the old-time sibyls wore,Half-crazed and ...
Wind and wave and the swinging rope Were calling me last night; None to save and little hope, No inner light. Each snarling lash ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,not sticks of burning incense.You lived aloof, maintaining to the endyour magnificent ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
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