Abraham Davenport (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
NOW the frosty stars are gone:I have watched them one by one,Fading on the shores of Dawn.Round and full the ...
Only once more and not again--the larchesShake to the wind their echo, 'Not again,'--We see, below the sky that over-archesHeavy ...
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,The solemn vista to the tombMust know henceforth another shadow,And give another cypress room.In love surpassing ...
WHILE on the meadowy banks of Spey ,Slow steals along the rural muse,And sees the bordering flowers displayTheir native sweets ...
An amphitheatre of purple hillsAnd emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills ...
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves, Up to the rafters where the spider weaves, Though few flies wander his secluded way. Through a high chink one lonely golden ray, Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred. In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard, Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play. Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls, Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent, Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams, The frost that bites the world beyond their walls. Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content In day-long contemplation of their dreams.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
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