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 ...
'BusGREAT walls of green,City that is afar.We gallop alongAlert and penetrating,Roads open about us,Housetops keep at a distance.Soft-curling tendrils,Swim backwards ...
THE fires blazed bright till deep midnight,And the guests sat in the hall,And the Lord of the feast, Lord John ...
IN these our days of sentimentWhen youthful poets all lamentSome dear lost joy, some cruel maid;Old friendship changed and faith ...
Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and longAnd so worthy the praise of a poet in song?Nestled down ...
April deliciousYoung, sunny maiden,Arch, gusty, capricious,With fresh flowers laden,After dead winter longThrill us with sweet bird-song,After dry March's drought,Blow from ...
There was a sound of revelry by night,And Belgium's capital had gathered thenHer beauty and her chivalry, and brightThe lamps ...
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted faceIn film of varnish brightly fixedAnd through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,Sunday at noon through ...
I With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, September led me along the land; Where the golden-rod and lobelia, ...
PROUDLY, beneath her glittering dome,Our three-hilled city greets the morn;Here Freedom found her virgin home,--The Bethlehem where her babe was ...
I SAID, "I am so tired of all the old tired faces In the crowded places,I tire of all the weary ...
Within a corner of this windowed roomHe sits, and seldom speaks, and seldom moves.Forever left within eternal gloom,He thinks of those ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
"Soft April sunshine sweetens all the world, Yes, even the county-town with smells of spring; And life is busy where ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk ...
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain, Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold. Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold, March and wheel ...
Like prim Professor of a College I primed my shelves with books of knowledge; And now I stand before them ...
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