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 ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
There was an old and quiet man,And by the fire sate he,"And now," he said, "to you I'll tellA dismal ...
How mournfully this burial-groundSleeps 'mid old Ocean's solemn sound,Who rolls his bright and sunny wavesAll round these deaf and silent ...
What flecks the outer gray beyondThe sundown's golden trail?The white flash of a sea-bird's wing,Or gleam of slanting sail?Let young ...
A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew-Constitution, where ye bound for?Wherever, my lad, there's fight to be had,Acrost the Western ...
Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume, In all the sunbright sky,Brightening in ever-changeful bloom As breezes change on high; -Sweet Leaf! the ...
A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runsBeneath its leaning trees;That low, soft ripple is its own,That dull roar is the sea's.Of ...
Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore,Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there ...
The moon is a wavering rim where one fish slips, The water makes a quietness of sound;Night is an anchoring of ...
Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past —My native soil two and thirty years gone by.The red ...
I.A pale green sky is gleaming;The steely stars are few;The moorland pond is steamingA mist of gray and blue.Along the ...
One shadow glides from the dumb shore,And one from every silent sail.One cloud the averted heavens wear,A soft mask, thin ...
Gawd! said a gal o' the Barbary Coast —She was dancin' wi' me —"Is it true, lad, that Larry, young ...
I thought I had forgotten you, So far apart our lives were thrust! 'Twas only as the earth forgets The ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
I love thy music, mellow bell, I love thine iron chime, To life or death, to heaven or hell, Which ...
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