To Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
O STATE prayer-founded! never hungSuch choice upon a people's tongue,Such power to bless or ban,As that which makes thy whisper ...
O STATE prayer-founded! never hungSuch choice upon a people's tongue,Such power to bless or ban,As that which makes thy whisper ...
I FEEL newer life in every gale;The winds, that fan the flowers,And with their welcome breathings fill the sail,Tell of ...
Sleep on, my mother! sweet and innocent dreamsAttend thee, best and dearest! Dreams that gildLife's clouds like setting suns, with ...
The twilight is starred,The dawn has arisen;Light breaks from the eastAnd Song from her prison.Faint odors and soundsThe west-wind disclosesOf ...
ILMARINEN FORGES THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, the magician,Takes his steed of copper color,Hitches quick his fleet-foot courser,Puts his racer to the snow-sledge,Straightway ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SAILING.Wainamoinen, old and faithful,Spake these words to Ilmarinen:"O thou wonder-working brother,Let us go to Sariola,There to gain the magic ...
Of Peter's daughter, it is said, men told,While yet she breathed, a tale as sad as life,As sweet as death; ...
For A FairPRINTEMPS.SWEET SPRING stands blushing 'mid the flowers, Heralded by benignant showers,And soft airs through the young leaves sighing ...
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
Heavy hangs the rain-dropFrom the burdened spray;Heavy broods the damp mistOn uplands far away.Heavy looms the dull sky,Heavy rolls the ...
THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers;The Autumn passes with its solemn sky;The Winter comes again - yet ...
A poet of one mood in all my lays, Ranging all life to sing one only love, Like a west ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano. Spanish Proverb The sun is bright,--the air is clear, The darting swallows ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
There's a cry from out the loneliness -- oh, listen, Honey, listen! Do you hear it, do you fear it, ...
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