Mogg Megone – Part I. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
DECEMBER 9, 1871ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--It springs ...
A REMINISCENCE OF COOPERBlank shadow here. The heights on either handSparkle with lamps. Around me foams the bold,Loud Hudson,-swiftly into darkness rolled.Those ...
Like an azure vein from the heart of the main, Pulsing with joy for ever, By verdurous Isles, with dimpled ...
At Sagamore the Chief lies lowAbove the hill in circled rowThe whirring airplanes dip and fly,A guard of honor from ...
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