Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant ...
When the toil of day is over And the dew is on the clover,And the night-hawk whirls in circles overhead; When the ...
Jack Frost.I HEARD - 't was on an Autumn night -A little song from yonder tree;'T was a Caty-did, in ...
COMPOSED FOR MY DEAR LITTLE FRIEND, J. M., WHO WISHED ME TO WRITE "ABOUT FAIRIES." I sing of those bright little creatures Not ...
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
When Evening bids the Sun to rest retire,Unwearied Ether sets her lamps on fire;Lit by one torch, each is supplied ...
The prairie zephyrs have dropped to rest,And the dust-clouds settle down;The sun dips low in the golden west,O'er the mesa ...
From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusking fields and ...
Alone I pace the path we walked last year. Dost thou remember it? Then everywhere The wheat-fields shimmered in the ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
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