Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
From Virtue's paths, when hapless men depart,The first avenger is the culprit's heart;There sits a judge, from whose severe decreeNo ...
Come in and tread thou quietlyWithin the duskiness.This twilight thou dost seeIs but the moment passing. Make no guessUpon these ...
A.I want to walk here once moreon the grassand weepto the skyand to the windthat howls in my face.I want ...
IN times of peace, so clean and bright,And with a new-washed morning face,He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,The finished ...
A tumbledown old house I know -Beside its doorstep burdocks grow;Its narrow windows seem to winceAs if it grieves and ...
Crows croak standing in a circle, dogs fight,With terrified, hysterical voicesTreetops squeal as they toss in the wind,And you lie ...
Forever you, the unwashed Russia!The land of slaves, the land of lords:And you, the blue-uniformed ushers,And people who worship them ...
Forever you, the unwashed Russia!The land of slaves, the land of lords:And you, the blue-uniformed ushers,And people who worship them ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
"The stars shine sweetly in the skies,Where, hours ago, they gently stole, Even as a lady's lovely eyesLook in upon ...
and the sun wields mercybut like a jet torch carried to high,and the jets whip across its sightand rockets leap ...
It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, Now here, now there, as by the current borne. Nor rest ...
The thousand streets of London grayRepel all country sights;But bar not winds upon their way,Nor quench the scent of new-mown ...
Uncle Rob says:Once the daisies all were white,Till a baby fellowAte his supper down one night,And stained his face all ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen. School was a sharp check mark in the roll book, An obnoxious ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
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