John Underhill (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
A score of years had come and goneSince the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,When Captain Underhill, bearing scarsFrom Indian ambush ...
A score of years had come and goneSince the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,When Captain Underhill, bearing scarsFrom Indian ambush ...
1640-1890.O river winding to the sea!We call the old time back to thee;From forest paths and water-waysThe century-woven veil we ...
There stands by the wood-path shaded A meek little beggar maid;Close under her mantle faded She is hidden like one afraid.Yet if ...
A winter sky of pale blue and pale gold,Bare trees, a wind that made the wood-path cold,And one slow-moving figure, ...
THE Strawberry blooms upon its lowly bed,Plant of my native soil!--the Lime may flingMore potent fragrance on the zephyr's wing, The ...
THE little wood-path wandered Green and brown and gayUp a hill and down a hill, Through a dew-wet way.It slipped beneath the ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
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