My Trust (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A picture memory brings to meI look across the years and seeMyself beside my mother's knee.I feel her gentle hand ...
A picture memory brings to meI look across the years and seeMyself beside my mother's knee.I feel her gentle hand ...
Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out, And missionary endeavour, nine times out ...
Raiment of needle-work,-- that is the dressFor the bride of The Lord our righteousness;Delicate lace on a vesture of gold,Richest ...
How quietly beneath the quiet skyThese men are sleeping who shall never wake!But soon the plough, the harrow, and the ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
They say that 'war is hell,' the 'great accursed,'The sin impossible to be forgiven;Yet I can look beyond it at ...
A little time agone, a few brief years,And there was peace within our beauteous borders;Peace, and a prosperous people, and ...
Some saw in him a Scottish wreck; some said that he was mad;A few proclaimed his genius, but all agreed ...
Yet once more, my fellow-workers! Yet once more you lead the van,Armed with all unselfish motives, fighting for your fellowman.Never ...
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,Women of weak ...
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:Its storms roll up the sky:The nations sleep starving on heaps ...
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River, In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River, In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene ...
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