Mogg Megone – Part II. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembersAll the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
The rage for writing has spread far and wide,Letters on letters now are multiplied,And every mortal, who can hold a ...
I AM Ojistoh, I am she, the wifeOf him whose name breathes bravery and lifeAnd courage to the tribe that ...
Say not the age is hard and cold—I think it brave and grand;When men of diverse sects and creedsAre clasping ...
Say not the age is hard and cold--I think it brave and grand;When men of diverse sects and creedsAre clasping ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
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