The Curse Of The Charter-Breakers (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
IN Westminster's royal halls,Robed in their pontificals,England's ancient prelates stoodFor the people's right and good.Closed around the waiting crowd,Dark and ...
IN Westminster's royal halls,Robed in their pontificals,England's ancient prelates stoodFor the people's right and good.Closed around the waiting crowd,Dark and ...
Not Aladdin magianEver such a work began;Not the wizard of the DeeEver such a dream could see;Not St. John, in ...
I HAD a haunting thought at Easter-tide,Musing between the twilight and the dawn,Of our dear Lord and Friend, who, having ...
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the rootOf old oppression sink the Saxon steel.Thy work is to hew down. In ...
The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain,While I look upward to thee. It wold seemAs if God pour'd ...
The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light, And o'er wet roofs and huddling streets below Hang with a strange Apocalyptic glowOn ...
I HEARD him preach in Oxford years ago,A snowy-haired and tender-faced apostle.I watched the beech against the window blow,And listened ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
The god Is near, and hard to grasp. But where there is danger, A rescuing element grows as well. Eagles ...
JOHN, oh John,Thou honourable birdSun-peering eagle.Taking a bird's-eye viewEven of Calvary and ResurrectionNot to speak of Babylon's whoredom.High over the ...
I.Night, with her power to silence day,Filled up my lonely room,Quenching all sounds but one that layBeyond her passing doom,Where ...
All around him Patmos lies,Who hath spirit-gifted eyes,Who his happy sight can suitTo the great and the minute.Doubt not but ...
Here in the flats that encompass the hills called Beautiful, lying,O Beloved, behold a Pilgrim who fain would be sleeping,Did ...
The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, "Servant of ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
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