The New Wife and the Old (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
Don Carlos, in a merry spight,Did Stella to his house invite:He entertain'd her half a yearWith generous wines and costly ...
In the postoffice window was one broken pane;In the wainscot there was one loosen'd board;And conveniently near was the broad ...
I remember, when a youngster, all the happy hours I spentWhen to visit Uncle Hiram in the country oft I ...
The Dean would visit Market-hill;Our invitation was but slight;I said-why-Let him if he will,And so I bid Sir Arthur write.His ...
There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co.,And the yard the coaches stood in more than ...
At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and thoseApples ...
SORROW, that watches while the body sleeps,Parted the curtains of the cruel dawnAnd glided noiselessly to her sad seatBeside my ...
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
They say that she died of a broken heart (I tell the tale as 'twas told to me);But her spirit ...
With blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Why fearest thou the outward foe,When thou thyself thy harm dost feed?Of grief or hurt, of pain or woe,Within each ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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