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 ...
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
When you were a tadpole and I was a fishIn the Paleozoic time,And side by side on the ebbing tideWe ...
Now that I am ta'en awayAnd may not see another dayWhat is it to my eye appears?What sound rings in ...
The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of ...
How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn,Your stone-grey columns a cathedral naveProcessional above the earth's brown glory!I was ...
It took the sea a thousand years,A thousand years to traceThe granite features of this cliff,In crag and scarp and ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
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