The Three Bells (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
It was a mighty snug resort, that Sydney-side hotel:A snug resort where fellows dined "not wisely, but too well";The boarders ...
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
THE round world glows in its green and rose, And the full buds burst to bloom: The earth is ours ...
THEY slewed her in to dump her load, And cleaned her aft and fore; They turned her out to take ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
I DIDN'T hate him, not a bitAs from your beer just off the brimYou'd spill a midge and stamp on ...
Go, if you will; you will not be the firstThat looked for beauty in a field or stream,Nor the last ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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