The Pageant (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
You dweller in the dark cabin,To whom the watermelon is always purple,Whose garden is wind and moon,Of the two dreams, ...
SETTLE doon, my Poppet joy,Noo t' birds an' t' beasts are sleepin',Settle doon, my bonnie boy,T' breet stars ther watch ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
"Once...Once upon a time..." Over and over again, Martha would tell us her stories, In the hazel glen. Hers were ...
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