Aechdeacon Barbour (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
1640-1890.O river winding to the sea!We call the old time back to thee;From forest paths and water-waysThe century-woven veil we ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!A relic to the present cast,Left on the ever-changing strandOf shifting and unstable sand,Which ...
Beside his heavy-shouldered teamthirsty with drought and chilled with rain,he weathered all the striding yearstill they ran widdershins in his ...
What care if the dayBe turned to gray,What care if the night come soon!We may choose the paceWho bow for ...
The great work laid upon his twoscore yearsIs done, and well done. If we drop our tears,Who loved him as ...
So this is God, this puppet, this figure,This little pagan idol,Man's words have fashioned him out!He resides not save within ...
Where the early settler lingered,Sometimes pitched his tent and stayed,Now the bluff is domed and steepledWith the city he has ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
You who have known my city for a day And heard the music of her steepled bells, Then ...
Prince of the race whose Empire is the Sea, We welcome ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
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