Miriam (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
Good morning--good morning--a happy new year!We greet you, kind friends of the old _Pioneer_;Hope your coffee is good and your ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till ...
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, longbefore many gods were born, I woke ...
But, when they were alone,--and now no more By that subduing presence overawed,-- With free tongue giving loose to wrath ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
'Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
As beats the sun from mountain crest, With "pretty, pretty", Cometh the partridge from her nest; The flowers ...
There by the window in the old housePerched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley,My days of labor closed, sitting ...
Roses all the rosy way!Roses to the rosier westWhere the roses of the dayCling to night's unrosy breast!Thou who mak'st ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Persecutors punished. Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Since you did depart Out of my reach, my darling, Into the hidden, I see each shadow start With recognition, ...
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