The Tent On The Beach (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
Come down at dawn from windless hillsInto the valley of the lake,Where yet a larger quiet fillsThe hour, and mist ...
THE GRASS hung wet on Rydal banks,The golden day with pearls adorning,When side by side with him we walkedTo meet ...
How fresh and fair is morn! The dew-beads, dropping bright,Each humble flower adorn With coronets bedight,And jewel the rough thorn With tiny globes ...
The first day of Yule, I gave my dearest dearSprigs of berried hollins from a bush at Buttermere.The second day ...
I know not how it is, but when I hear The name of Wordsworth it is as a spell That ...
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