Our Country (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
WE give thy natal day to hope,O Country of our love and prayer!Thy way is down no fatal slope,But up ...
WE give thy natal day to hope,O Country of our love and prayer!Thy way is down no fatal slope,But up ...
Twice in her season of decayThe fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye Dart from the wild its piercing ray:Not keener burns, ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
Leafless are the trees; their purple branchesSpread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral, Rising silentIn the Red Sea of the winter ...
Death and Destruction they belched forth in vain, We grimly defied their thunder; Two columns of foot and batteries twain, We rode and ...
Two hundred years!—two hundred years!How much of human power and pride,What glorious hopes, what gloomy fears,Have sunk beneath their noiseless ...
The land, that, from the rule of kings,In freeing us, itself made free,Our Old World Sister, to us bringsHer sculptured ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
LIKE star points in the ether to guide a homing SoulTowards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,Across and ...
IA SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wetWith blood, except of freedom's foes;That hope which, though its sun be set,Still ...
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone, Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:-- ...
IThe incognizable kings of Night, within their unrevealed abyssHave built them a metropolis against the kingdoms of the light.Its mountain-passing ...
When the wayside tangles blazeIn the low September sun,When the flowers of Summer daysDroop and wither, one by one,Reaching up ...
Howe's Final version Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
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