The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
After the Danish of Christian WinterWhere, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,In its little Christian city stands ...
WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.On its roofs and steeples shed,Shadows weaving with t e sunlightFrom the gray sky overhead,Broadly, ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;The princes of our ancient lineLie drunken ...
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 ...
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smokeUp through the green wood curled;"Bring honey from the hollow oak,Bring milky sap," the brewers ...
The roll of drums and the bugle's wailingVex the air of our vales-no more;The spear is beaten to hooks of ...
THEY sat in silent watchfulnessThe sacred cypress-tree about,And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,Their failing eyes looked out.Gray Age and Sickness ...
ACROSS the frozen marshesThe winds of autumn blow,And the fen-lands of the WetterAre white with early snow.But where the low, ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
"Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day!Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away!'T is the vintage of blood, 't ...
Of all that Orient lands can vauntOf marvels with our own competing,The strangest is the Haschish plant,And what will follow ...
The subtle power in perfume foundNor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;On Grecian shrine or Aztec moundNo censer idly burned.That power ...
FROM these wild rocks I look to-dayO'er leagues of dancing waves, and seeThe far, low coast-line stretch awayTo where our ...
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