Proem (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I LOVE the old melodious laysWhich softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase,Sprinkling our ...
I LOVE the old melodious laysWhich softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase,Sprinkling our ...
O Thou, who art the source of joy and light, The great Revealer of the will Divine;Thyself Divine, all nature owns ...
FRIENDS of St. Andrew and the Thistle,Accept, I pray, this short epistle,In answer to your invitationTo the Grand Ball and ...
WOULD I were the lake, so blue and calm,And thou, fair maiden, with reluctant pride,Wouldst see thy picture, delicate and ...
I KNOW a little garden-close,Set thick with lily and red rose,Where I would wander if I mightFrom dewy morn to ...
"SAY, have you found the heart I lostAs you and I, last night,The fragrant, new-mown meadow crossed,Beneath the sweet starlight?""I ...
O garland not the worthless weedsWhich shade the sweet flowers in the meads, Neglecting the most bright and fairLike undiscerning zealots ...
From, that fair land and drear land in the South,Of which through years I do not cease to think,I brought ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
Is the morning dim and cloudy? Does the wind drift up the leaves? Is there mist upon the mountains, where ...
When Autumn's melancholy robes the land With silence, and sad fadings mystical Of other years move thro' the ...
No new delights to our desire The singers of the past can yield. I lift mine eyes to hill and ...
New delights to our desire The singers of the past can yield. I lift mine eyes to hill and field, ...
The enthusiast brooding in his cell apart O'er the sad image of the Crucified, — The drooping head, closed lips ...
It is a shame that I should lift my voice In these great days of toil, and thought, and song, ...
"Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, Marching below, and we still gulping wine?" From the sad magic of his fragrant ...
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls ...
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