Mogg Megone – Part I. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
Over the threshold of his pleasant homeSet in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,In simple trust, misdoubting not the end."Dear ...
Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with Angel-stepsThe path which reaches Heaven.Our young and gentle ...
The lowliest born of all the land,He wrung from Fate's reluctant handThe gifts which happier boyhood claims;And, tasting on a ...
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."Dear Sister! while the wise and sageTurn coldly from my playful page,And ...
THE roads of the Sea Are thronged with merchantmen;East and West, North and South They go and come again.All precious merchandise They bear ...
The lamplight's shaded roseOn couch and chair and wall,The drowsy book let fall,The children's heads, bent closeIn some deep argument,The ...
Come Winter, merry Winter, Rejoice while yet you may,For nearer, ever nearer, Fair Summer draws each day,And soon the tiny ...
The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;The ...
I SUNG the rain, and said it would be fair: Lo! while the sun, though still with visage veil'd,Descends apace, ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
It's good the great green earth to roam, Where sights of awe the soul inspire; But oh, it's best, the ...
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