The Slaves Of Martinique (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
THE tropic stars are looking downUpon the midnight deep;The wind blows fresh, as on our courseRight gallantly we sweep;For thee ...
Sometimes the silver cord of life Is loosed at one brief stroke; As when the elements at strife, With Nature's wild contentions rife, Uproot ...
When country roads begin to thaw In mottled spots of damp and dust,And fences by the margin draw Along the frosty crust Their ...
_You who to the rounded prime_ _Of a life of toil and stress_, _Still have kept the morning-time_ _Of glad youth in heart ...
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