Mogg Megone – Part II. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
WILDLY round our woodland quartersSad-voiced Autumn grieves;Thickly down these swelling watersFloat his fallen leaves.Through the tall and naked timber,Column-like and ...
ACROSS the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand,The circles of our empire touch the western ocean's strand;From slumberous ...
"To the winds give our banner!Bear homeward again!"Cried the Lord of Acadia,Cried Charles of Estienne;From the prow of his shallopHe ...
IN David's Psalms an oversightByles found one morning at his tea.Alas! that ...
WHAT though around thee blazesNo fiery rallying sign?From all thy own high places,Give heaven the light of thine!What though unthrilled, ...
Not on Penobscot's wooded bank the spiresOf the sought City rose, nor yet besideThe winding Charles, nor where the daily ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
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