Mabel Martin (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
My thoughts, like sailors becalmed in Cape Town harbor,Await your return, like a favorable wind, or likeNew tackle for the ...
Ye children of the mountain, sing of your craggy peaks,Your valleys forest laden, your cliffs where Echo speaks;And ye, who ...
The wind blows cold and the wind blow keen,And the dreary wintry sleet is falling;And ever the sand-dunes, white, betweenThe ...
When the hull big world gits gloomy and as dark as all tarnation,And a feller feels as grumpy as a ...
I love the peaks with their snow-bound caps; the stately mountains grand;The pungent smell of the bending pines that tower ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
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