The King’s Missive (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful ...
UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful ...
I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charmTo keep off deaths ...
The artist and the loom unseen, In textures soft as _crepe de chine_ Spring weaves her royal robe of green, With grasses fringed ...
WHEN virtue and dignity jointly combine,Like the sun's radiant beams, more effulgent they shine;For when virtue is hid by Obscurity's ...
There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel :like a wreck we die ...
Where the warm spring sunlight, streaming Through the window, sets its gleaming,With a softened silver sparkle in the dim and dusky ...
There may be standard weight for precious metal,But deeper meaning it must ever hold;Thank God, there are some things no ...
I.Thou art fair, and few are fairerOf the Nymphs of earth or ocean;They are robes that fit the wearer--Those soft ...
Hail blessed Virgin, full of heavenly Grace,Blest above all that sprang from human race;Whose Heav'n-saluted Womb brought forth in One,A ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Oh! was there ever tale of human loveWhich was not also tale of human tears?Died not sweet Desdemona? sorrowed notFair, ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
Beeing thy servant Cynthia, 'tis my duty To make thy name as glorious ...
He who died at Azan sendsThis to comfort all his friends:Faithful friends! It lies, I know,Pale and white and cold ...
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,Blest above all that sprang from human race,Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in oneA ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
NOW, Kennedy, if foot or horse E'er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there's lasses there wad force ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories