The Legend of St. Mark (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The day is closing dark and cold,With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wearThe bloom of ...
The day is closing dark and cold,With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wearThe bloom of ...
Loud blaw the wild an' wintry win's, Wi' eerie howl an' angry thud,Wi' blatterin' rain, an' rattlin' hail, Loud roarin' thro' the ...
"Grace is deceitful, and beauty vain."—Solomon.O, say not, wisest of all the kingsThat have risen on Israel's throne to reign,Say ...
As white as a ghaist, wi' a tear in her e'e,Her gray hair doon-hingin' oot-ower her e'ebree,Gangs auld mither Scotlan', ...
The dead leaves strew the forest walk,And whither'd are the pale flowers;The frost hangs blackening on the stalk,The dew-drops fall ...
Ever constant, ever true, Let the word be, No surrender:Boldly dare and greatly do!This shall bring us bravely through, No surrender, No ...
1.In drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity:The north cannot undo themWith a sleety whistle through them;Nor ...
A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood Wearily pausing by the wicket gate; And from his eyes there streamed ...
A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, ...
I SAID last year, Old Christmas cometh with an open hand, Bright holly wreath'd about his temples bland, Icicles twisted ...
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
The little birds, they do not heed nor care. The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare, The sleety burden ...
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, ...
In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With ...
Straw sandal half sunk in an old pond in the sleety snow. (Yosa Buson)
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
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