Mogg Megone – Part III. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
I HAVE been thinking of the victims boundIn Naples, dying for the lack of airAnd sunshine, in their close, damp ...
Open, Time, and let him passShortly where his feet would be!Like a leaf at MichaelmasSwooning from the tree,Ere its hour ...
Ye shrink not wholly from us when the mornArises red with slaughter, and the slainSweet visages of tender dreams remainTo ...
CHORUS Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho! ...
LOUD broke the surge upon the sullen rock,The startled valleys echoed back the shock;Hard blew the wind, and far as ...
Now in the dark of February rains,Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,The earthy fields are full of hidden ...
Spring-ripple of green along the way, keen plash of aery waves that play, and in my heart thy dreamy smart, ...
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
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