Mogg Megone – Part I. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from thelake that never fails,Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway'sintervales;There, in ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.On its roofs and steeples shed,Shadows weaving with t e sunlightFrom the gray sky overhead,Broadly, ...
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 ...
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,Who is ...
WILDLY round our woodland quartersSad-voiced Autumn grieves;Thickly down these swelling watersFloat his fallen leaves.Through the tall and naked timber,Column-like and ...
A STRONG and mighty Angel,Calm, terrible, and bright,The cross in blended red and blueUpon his mantle white!Two captives by him ...
"O for a knight like Bayard,Without reproach or fear;My light glove on his casque of steel,My love-knot on his spear!"O ...
One day, along the electric wireHis manly word for Freedom sped;We came next morn: that tongue of fireSaid only, "He ...
I.THROUGH the streets of MarbleheadFast the red-winged terror sped;Blasting, withering, on it came,With its hundred tongues of flame,Where St. Michael's ...
The sword was sheathed: in April's sunLay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,Joined hands at ...
WELCOME home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;With ...
YORKTOWN.FROM Yorktown's ruins, ranked and still,Two lines stretch far o'er vale and hill:Who curbs his steed at head of one?Hark! ...
BEAR him, comrades, to his grave; Never over one more braveShall the prairie grasses weep, In the ages yet to come,When the ...
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable ...
AN ALGONQUIN LEGEND.HAPPY young friends, sit by me,Under May's blown apple-tree,While these home-birds in and outThrough the blossoms flit about.Hear ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,Through cane-brake and forest, - the hunting of men?The lords of ...
From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome,From Mad to Saco river,For patriarchs of the primal woodWe sought with vain endeavor.And then ...
Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day,While kneeling at the altar's foot to pray,Alone with God, as was his pious choice,Heard from ...
You flung your taunt across the wave;We bore it as became us,Well knowing that the fettered slaveLeft friendly lips no ...
O storied vale of MerrimacRejoice through all thy shade and shine,And from his century's sleep call backA brave and honored ...
O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye notLikewise the chosen of the Lord,To do His will and speak His word?From the loud thunder-storm ...
The lowliest born of all the land,He wrung from Fate's reluctant handThe gifts which happier boyhood claims;And, tasting on a ...
Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,Our hearts are all thy own;To-day we bid thee welcomeNot for ourselves alone.In the long ...
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