Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,He, the handsome Yenadizze,Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,Vexed the village with disturbance;You shall hear of ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
O moon, fair lamp divinely lit! God set you in the sky To lead night's hosts, for darkness blind And ...
A MEADOW greenly carpeted;A strip of woodland, brown and cool,Through which the wandering pathway ledUnto the village school:The little pathway ...
The rain beat on me as I walked, In the roadside it ran and muttered.It seemed the rain to the wind ...
HIS TEMPTATIONNo fear lest praise should make us proud!We know how cheaply that is won;The idle homage of the crowdIs ...
The Palms stood motionless as Pyramids Against the golden halo of the sky; Interminable crops of wheat and ryeMantled the plain with ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstanat wish and word of his wounded king, —war-sick warrior, — woven ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
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