To Pius IX (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THE cannon's brazen lips are cold;No red shell blazes down the air;And street and tower, and temple old,Are silent as ...
THE cannon's brazen lips are cold;No red shell blazes down the air;And street and tower, and temple old,Are silent as ...
MADDENED by Earth's wrong and evil,"Lord!" I cried in sudden ire,"From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,Shake the bolted fire!"Love ...
BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.The end has come, as come it mustTo all things; in these sweet June daysThe teacher and ...
No aimless wanderers, by the fiend UnrestGoaded from shore to shore;No schoolmen, turning, in their classic quest,The leaves of empire ...
A CHRISTIAN! going, gone!Who bids for God's own image? for his grace,Which that poor victim of the market-placeHath in her ...
Still linger in our noon of timeAnd on our Saxon tongueThe echoes of the home-born hymnsThe Aryan mothers sung.And childhood ...
THE years are but half a score,And the war-whoop sounds no moreWith the blast of bugles, whereStraight into a slaughter ...
AMONG the legends sung or saidAlong our rocky shore,The Wishing Bridge of MarbleheadMay well be sung once more.An hundred years ...
THE evil days have come, the poorAre made a prey;Bar up the hospitable door,Put out the fire-lights, point no moreThe ...
RIGHT in the track where ShermanPloughed his red furrow,Out of the narrow cabin,Up from the cellar's burrow,Gathered the little black ...
Still sits the school-house by the road,A ragged beggar sleeping;Around it still the sumachs grow,And blackberry-vines are creeping.Within, the master's ...
THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,The prairied West its heavy grain,And sunset's radiant gates unfoldOn rising marts and sands of ...
Thou dwellest not, O Lord of allIn temples which thy children raise;Our work to thine is mean and small,And brief ...
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.Dear friends, who read the world aright,And in its common forms discernA beauty ...
A STRENGTH Thy service cannot tire,A faith which doubt can never dim,A heart of love, a lip of fire,O Freedom's ...
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS.WE cross the prairie as of oldThe pilgrims crossed the sea,To make the West, as they the East,The ...
GEORGE FULLERHaunted of Beauty, like the marvellous youthWho sang Saint Agnes' Eve! How passing fairHer shapes took color in thy ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God ...
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