The Slaves Of Martinique (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
Far in the purple valleys of illusionI see her waiting, like the soul of music,With deep eyes, lovelier than cerulean ...
Thee do I seek for, O my tortured Lord,Through the wide world,- I seek, but do not find;Tiger-like, serpent-like is ...
High on a throne of noisome ooze and heat, 'Mid rotting trees of bayou and lagoon, Ghastly she sits beneath the skeleton ...
The Three Friends(From the French)The sword slew one in deadly strife; One perish'd by the bowl;The third lies self-slain by ...
SUMMER in all! deep summer in the pines,And summer in the music on the sands,And summer where the sea-flowers rise ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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