Chicago (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Men said at vespers: "All is well!"In one wild night the city fell;Fell shrines of prayer and marts of gainBefore ...
Men said at vespers: "All is well!"In one wild night the city fell;Fell shrines of prayer and marts of gainBefore ...
How tired! Eight hours of racking work,With sharp vexations shot between!Scant wages and few kindly words,—How gloomy the whole day ...
THE wan September moonbeams, struggling downThrough the gray clouds upon her desolate head,The coldness of their muffled radiance shedFaintly above ...
I turn the key in this idle hour Of an ivory box, and looking, lo--See only dust--the dust of a flower; The ...
What dreams we have and how they flyLike rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love ...
What does he think of his mother's eyes?What does he think of his mother's hair?What of the cradle-roof that fliesForward ...
Men talk and dream of better days-- Of a golden time to come;Toward a happy and shining ...
O! TO beBy the sea, the sea!While a brave nor'wester's blowing,With a swirl on the lee,Of cloud-foam free,And a spring-tide ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
La patience est am?re; mais le fruit en est doux!IAway down into the shadowy depths of the Real I once ...
You who have known my city for a day And heard the music of her steepled bells, Then ...
IAnother life from Life's Fountain,Hath flowed through thy life into being,And entered a deathless existence.The sun may go down in ...
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
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