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 ...
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed, The steady Trade blew strong and free,The Northern Light his banners paled,The Ocean Stream ...
WE were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out;The last six months in the tropics, and ...
the spiritual, Platonic old England .S. T. COLERIDGE, Anima Poetae'Your situation', said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ...
Now what do you want to be playing about for,Reefing and reaching your head for the bit?This is the gentlest ...
1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it "street," allow ...
They called them from the breakers' yards, the shores of Dead Men's Bay,From coaling wharves the wide world round, red-rusty ...
They called 'em from the breakers' yards, the shores of Dead Men's Bay,From coaling wharves the wide world round, red-rusty ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,And I was tarred and feathered,For publishing this on the day the ...
There's a lotIn a knot,Bill'd sayWhile working awayWith fingers as hardAs the tarredRough hemp that he'd fashion and spliceWith handiwork ...
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole A wise old age anticipate, Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, No Khan's ...
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
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