Ego (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
Love me a little, Lord, or let me go,I am so weary walking to and froThrough all your lonely halls ...
I tread the vast deserted stageWhereon the Caesars lived and died;The relics of Rome's golden ageLie strewn about me far ...
I read your testimony and I thoughthere is the man perfected that I knewand reverenced next him who gave me ...
O thou high and holy One!Who in heaven hast fixed Thy throne,Whom we God and Father call—Father! dearest name of ...
Tis not because fierce swords are flashing there, With license and a reckless scorn of life, When for some petty gaud upstarts ...
He loved her; having felt his love beginWith that first look,—as lover oft avers.He made pale flowers his pleading ministers,Impressed ...
The same blue-bending dome encanopiesThine ashes and the spark that kindles mine;Upon the selfsame bosom we recline,When with the wind, ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
1--IIn middle age an evil thingBefell Archduchess Anne:She looked outside her wedding-ringUpon a princely man.IICount Louis was for horse and ...
"A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, ...
ACT IV.SCENE I. The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the ...
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night, To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a ...
So he is dead. A strange, sad story clings About the memory of this mindless man;A tale that strips war's ...
DedicationThese to His Memory—since he held them dear,Perchance as finding there unconsciouslySome image of himself—I dedicate,I dedicate, I consecrate with ...
'My brother!' spake she to the sun; The kindred kisses of the starsWere hers; her feet were set upon The ...
Dedication These to His Memory--since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself--I dedicate, I ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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