Mogg Megone – Part III. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
How long, oh gracious God! how long Shall power lord it over right?The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery's gloomy ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay,They show you a church, or rather the grayRibs of a dead one, ...
"To the winds give our banner!Bear homeward again!"Cried the Lord of Acadia,Cried Charles of Estienne;From the prow of his shallopHe ...
Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?And ...
Wait a little: do _we_ not wait?Louis Napoleon is not Fate,Francis Joseph is not Time;There's One hath swifter feet than ...
All day the darkness and the coldUpon my heart have lain,Like shadows on the winter sky,Like frost upon the pane;But ...
Englishmen up! make ready your rifles! Who can tell now what a day may bring forth?Patch up all quarrels, and stick ...
"Had I a thousand mouths, a thousand tongues,A thousand throats, inspired with brazen lungs,"I'd rouse with thunder tones the slumbering ...
Maskt as honours, insult like behavingmissiles homes. I bow, & grunt 'Thank you.I'm glad you could comeso late.' All loves ...
We meet in peace, though from our native EastThe sun that sparkles on our birthday feastGlanced as he rose on ...
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant; A furious High-Church man ...
SAW ye that spinster gaunt and grey, Whose aspect stern might well dismay A bombardier stout-hearted? The golden hair, the ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
Maskt as honours, insult like behaving missiles homes. I bow, & grunt 'Thank you. I'm glad you could come so ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
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