Garibaldi (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
In trance and dream of old, God's prophet sawThe casting down of thrones. Thou, watching loneThe hot Sardinian coast-line, hazy-hilled,Where, ...
In trance and dream of old, God's prophet sawThe casting down of thrones. Thou, watching loneThe hot Sardinian coast-line, hazy-hilled,Where, ...
I.IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,Or veiled ...
Even as a hawk's in the large heaven's hollowAre the great ways and gracious of your love,No lesser heart or ...
Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,And there's ...
Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear O'er this late love's unseasonable glow; Sweet as a violet blooming in the ...
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
Watchman, what of the night? See you a streak of light? Whither, O Captain of the quest, ...
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
We had a bower among the beans, My little love and I, Where by his side as kings set queens ...
I.AT threescore years and five aroused anew To rule in India, forth a soldier went On whose bright-fronted ...
Proud Adelil! Proud Adelil! Why does she lie so cold? (I made her shrink, I made her ...
You that have gathered together the sons of all races, And welded them into one,Lifting the torch of your Freedom ...
Like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon Still keeps the memory of one secret star That in the ...
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
I. Dead and gone, the days we had together, Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone Round them, flown as flies ...
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
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