On The Big Horn (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THE years are but half a score,And the war-whoop sounds no moreWith the blast of bugles, whereStraight into a slaughter ...
THE years are but half a score,And the war-whoop sounds no moreWith the blast of bugles, whereStraight into a slaughter ...
Hark how the merry daffodils,Fling golden music to the hills!And how the hills send echoing down,Through wind-swept turf and moorland ...
JUST God! and these are theyWho minister at thine altar, God of Right!Men who their hands with prayer and blessing ...
A LITTLE maiden, in her handA pitcher, on her head a bandOf yellow cloth; her neck was bare,The kerchief fluttered ...
When the sands grow cool, and the lazy tideSwings heavy 'gainst the shore,Leaning its waves in languorous easeTo the curve ...
I was again beside thee in a dream: Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining;The muffled voice of many a ...
It rains. What lady loves a rainy day?Not she who puts prunella on her foot,Zephyrs around her neck, and silken ...
A TRUE STORYI I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake. On my life's glass joy ...
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for own ...
In the best chamber of the house,Shut up in dim, uncertain light,There stood an antique chest of drawers,Of foreign wood, ...
They don't believe in fairies,Those old folk wide and staid,They've never caught the glitterOf their wings in forest shade.For them ...
I know of a thrush's nest, a pretty nest, a cosy nest, I know of a thrush's nest with three ...
Why so late in ebon cases Keep your tasselled finery, While so many sylvan fairies Trip it now right vernally? ...
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
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