The Hero (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
"O for a knight like Bayard,Without reproach or fear;My light glove on his casque of steel,My love-knot on his spear!"O ...
"O for a knight like Bayard,Without reproach or fear;My light glove on his casque of steel,My love-knot on his spear!"O ...
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will - I will lie still -I will not stir, lest I forsake ...
How sweet and solemn, all alone,With reverend steps, from stone to stoneIn a small village churchyard lying,O'er intervening flowers to ...
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed ...
No matter where they lived the same dream cameOf the invisible landlady whose voiceQuickened the air with a dark flameThe ...
The golden stars keep watch aloft; Unmarked the moments glide along, Save that around me scatters oft Yon nightingale his pearls of song:-- The ...
Noises that strive to tearEarth's mantle soft of airAnd break upon the stillness where it dwells:The noise of battle and ...
Waiting on Him who knows us and our need,Most need have we to dare not, nor desire,But as He giveth, ...
On the great sea-marsh where the eddies stray,The mower strikes ere yet the dew is fled.The salt-hay falls before his ...
Oh, love! the dew lies on the flower, And the stars gleam on the sea;It is the charm'd, the silent hour, When ...
I cannot tell what I would tell thee, What I would say, what thou shouldst hear:Words of the soul that should ...
I will return to youO stillest and dearest,To see the pearl of lightThat flashes in your golden hair;To hear you ...
THOU who comest from on high,Who all woes and sorrows stillest,Who, for twofold misery,Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,Would this constant ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
Father Keeler died February 28, 1880, in Mobile, Ala. - Inscribed to his ...
Gray clouds my heaven have covered o'er;My sea ebbs fast, no more to flow;Ghastly and dry, my desert shoreParched, bare, ...
In stillest prayers and hours of holy thought Thy spirit, dearest of the Martyr band! Long time hath been with ...
One day I caught up with my angel, she Who calls me bell-like from a sky-touched tower.'Twas in my roof-room, ...
Translated From The German of Goethe.THOU, who Heaven's angel art, Thou, who pain and sorrow stillest, And the doubly mournful ...
THOU who comest from on high, Who all woes and sorrows stillest, Who, for twofold misery, Hearts with twofold balsam ...
Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is ...
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