Voyage of the (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A shallow stream, from fountainsDeep in the Sandwich mountains, Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;And, between its flood-torn shores,Sped by sail or ...
A shallow stream, from fountainsDeep in the Sandwich mountains, Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;And, between its flood-torn shores,Sped by sail or ...
Three youths in the heyday of life's hopeful spring, On a bright April morn gaily hied,With three little skiffs, each one ...
"Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?My een at th' varry thowts grow dim-- Aw connot say farewell.Tha ...
Bright was the morn,-the waveless bayShone like a mirror to the sun;'Mid greenwood shades and meadows gay,The matin birds their ...
A Red chief dwelling near a lake, Beneath a Western sky,Felt soon his hold on life must break, And he lay down ...
I am Prytherch. Forgive me. I don't knowWhat you are talking about; your thoughts flowToo swiftly for me; I cannot ...
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
Smoking lately in my "Funny," as I'm wont, beneath the bank, Listening to Cam's rippling murmurs thro' the ...
"HO, there! Fisherman, hold your hand! Tell me, what is that far away,- There, where over the isle of ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,When earth was empty, waiting still for man,Before the breath of life to ...
_At not at all infrequent spells I hear--and so do you--The tales that everybody tells And no one listens to._"You ...
Where the rocks are gray and the shore is steep, And the waters below look dark and deep, Where the ...
"Mrs Jaypher found a waferWhich she stuck upon a note;This she took and gave the cook.Then she went and bought ...
Love sat at ease upon Time's bony knee; Pulled his grey beard; paddled his finger-tips Among his wrinkles; smote his ...
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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