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 ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
Argument:Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey.There came a black spider,Which sat down beside her,And frightened Miss ...
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;And left, ...
A ward, and still in bonds, one dayI stole abroad;It was high spring, and all the wayPrimrosed and hung with ...
I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,And I might have gone near to love thee,Had I not found the slightest ...
High summer Noon! Yon crow of all his kindStands indefatigably impudent--A vigilant scout upon a battlementOf his vast fortress. Underneath ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
PreludesI The Lover He meets, by heavenly chance express, ...
In summer time, when leaves grow greene,And blossoms bedecke the tree,King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,Some pastime for to see.With ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
I draw a-near you in your sleeping city,Who, in mine ancient freedom,Knew neither loss nor scant;Who hunted even as he ...
The present moment's all our own, The next, who ever saw! ~ Mickle. Come, fill me up a brimming cup, ...
HUNGER that strivest in the restless arms Of the sea-flower, that drivest rooted things To break their moorings, that unfoldest ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
1. Award, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad, It was high-spring, and all the way Primros'd, and ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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