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 ...
'Twas in a cool Aonian glade,The wanton Cupid, spent with toil,Had sought refreshment from the shade,And stretch'd him on the ...
Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,And ...
No more to stroll for half a dayAlong the careless Avenue,No more to doze the night away,Reading of deeds that ...
Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,Ripens ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
We're gittin' so we need againTo see the sproutin' seed again.We've been shut up all winter longWithin our narrow rooms;We're ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits' trends, the 'World Game' French were trashed by Versace and petulance, ...
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
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