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 ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?Do you remember an Inn?And the tedding and the spreading of the straw for a bedding,And ...
You're crazy. You fall down, stand up and walk again,your ankles and your knees movebut you start again as if ...
ON the wide veranda white,In the purple failing light,Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning;And his dreamy thoughts ...
In the vine-shadows on the veranda;under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,sit two sisters. Their slow voices runlike little ...
the plaintain at the veranda's edgeunfolds its coiled leaves,its jewels,and veils the water basinin five feet of green (Masaoka Shiki)
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
They say that she died of a broken heart (I tell the tale as 'twas told to me);But her spirit ...
Winter came as it does in this valley. After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green ...
IThe double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gayWhen grandpa rode beneath them upon his courting way,From the white gate to ...
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch -- alas! -- Another ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life ...
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