The Chapel of the Hermits (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
'Fairy!' the Spirit said, And on the Queen of Spells Fixed her ethereal eyes, 'I thank thee. Thou hast given A boon which I ...
Let the bier move onward.—Let no tear be shed.The midnight watch is ended: The grim old year is dead.His life ...
ALONE he sat. His broad and lofty browWas bent upon his thin, pale hand; his locksOf jet hung o'er it ...
YES, ye are few, - and they were few,Who daring storm and sea,Once raised upon old Plymouth rock"The anthem of ...
'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling,One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,--Around the dark tide ...
I: PalacesA Wall of sod, a roof of thatch,And naked turf the floor;And winds, unchallenged and unbarred,Go in and out ...
I.Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yellingRise on the night-rolling breath of the blast,When o'er the dark ...
Like a strong youth who, from refreshing sleep After hard travel, rises light of heart, Active of limb, flushed with ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
Oh, Liberty! thou child of many hopes, Nursed in the cradle of the human heart; While Europe in her glimmering ...
How lovely art thou in thy tresses of foam, And yet the warm blood in my bosom grows chill,When yelling ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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