At Eventide (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Poor and inadequate the shadow-playOf gain and loss, of waking and of dream,Against life's solemn background needs must seemAt this ...
Poor and inadequate the shadow-playOf gain and loss, of waking and of dream,Against life's solemn background needs must seemAt this ...
Lo! he is gone; star-crowned and clean of tears,With Fame's immortal blossoms on his hair.He met Death's kiss; tonight the ...
One outlives her sympathies, and onemust drowse by day because her nights refuseto let remembering stop. She as in stoneimprisoning ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,So quiet it seems after ...
Thou thing of years departed! What ages have gone by,Since here the mournful seal was set By love and agony! ...
Fairer than we the woods of May, Yet sweeter blossoms do not grow Than these we send you from our ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
within the shell swim all the sea's fish our ears too are compendiums of sound the big bang exploded - ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
High in the heav'ns, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through ev'ry cloud That ...
Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and ...
All that's not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
From star to star, from sun and spring and leaf, And almost audible flowers whose sound is silence, And in ...
I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced me, Some true, and ...
Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane, And burn'd through long ages of darkness and storm, Is ...
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