The Quaker Alumni (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
PREFACE If—-and the thing is wildly possible—-t he charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive ...
Oh, Heaven hath given to earth some souls, Of rarest loveliness,Whose being's constant current rolls, The wretched still to bless.Well wishing Heaven ...
I see my years of forgetfulness like triumphant fields of poppies,My laziness a robe,While spectre-hours drift once again like dreams--Come ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
Said Jove within himself one day, 'I'll make me a mistress out of clay! ...
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...
Do not bathe her in blood,the little one whose sex isundermined, she drops leafyacross the belly of blacksky and her ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
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