Moloch In State Street (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THE moon has set: while yet the dawnBreaks cold and gray,Between the midnight and the mornBear off your prey!On, swift ...
THE moon has set: while yet the dawnBreaks cold and gray,Between the midnight and the mornBear off your prey!On, swift ...
Beneath thy porch of stone once moreOld school, I stand and fondly gazeOn scenes that back to memory bringThese bright-hued, ...
"Soldier, say, did you meet my Jimmy in the fight?You'd know him by his manliness, and by his eye's sweet ...
AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears,For, though he reigned but scarcely ten, He bore the burden many ...
Now welcome, welcome, baby--boy, unto a mother's fears,The pleasure of her sufferings, the rainbow of her ...
"How many goodly creatures are there here!" Miranda doted on the sight of seamen, The very casual adventurers Who took a flood as ...
Now welcome, welcome, baby-boy, unto a mother's fears,The pleasure of her sufferings, the rainbow of her tears,The object of your ...
Those men are deemed heroes who rush on the foeRegardless of danger, and seek not to know What others may do;Stern ...
"ENTHUSIAST," "Dreamer," - such the namesThine age bestows on thee,For that great nature, going forthIn world-wide sympathy;For the vision clear, ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."A brooding quiet rests to-day On all the well-known hills around;Spring lingers ...
Wail, winds of summer, as ye sweep The arching skies; O, let your echoes ...
Let me write now and tell you of my dream.It was upon the midnight of All Saints.Sudden before me your ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
A sad tale of the sea I will relate, which will your hearts appal Concerning the burning of the steamship ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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