The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
The story of King Arthur old is very memorable,The number of his valiant knights, and roundness of his Table.The knights ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must proveThe early joys of youth and love,Whose names grim Fate (to whom 'twas given,When ...
Kind to my frailties still, Eumenes, hear;Once more I try the patience of your ear.Not oft I sing: the happier ...
iAt Turney in Flanders I was bornFore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,For I was a king when they cut the corn,And ...
So, this is all, - the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war ...
They that compare the fawning Parisitevnto the Spaniel, do the curre much wrong;for he will often heare his masters tongue,When ...
Rejoice, ye good Writers; your Pens are set free;Your Thoughts and the Press are at full Liberty;For your King and ...
ON A BLANK LEAF OF "POEMS PRINTED, NOT PUBLISHED."Well thought! who would not rather hearThe songs to Love and Friendship ...
Thou perverse, adverse, Caleb D' Anvers,Were I a Poet, to command Verse,With Satire, would I so ha--rass you,That you should ...
To Auguste BrunetThe city has closed its many colored eyesAnd shushed its clowns, gongs and tam-tams;On the calm water the ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Serious Reflections of Mr. B---n---r---d.--His Bill of Expences.-- The Distresses ...
Whene'er I read some savage tale Of punishment devisedBy tyrants in an olden day, When serfs were victimised,I reverently tell ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
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