Abraham Davenport (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
O Norah, lay your basket down,And rest your weary hand,And come and hear me sing a songOf our old Ireland.There ...
O dwellers in the stately towns,What come ye out to see?This common earth, this common sky,This water flowing free?As gayly ...
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;"Heave up the worthless lubbers, -The dying and the dead."Up from the ...
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and tenWalked blameless through the evil world, and then,Just as the almond blossomed in his ...
THE land was pale with famineAnd racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,The earth withheld her grain.Men saw the boding ...
Years since (but names to me before),Two sisters sought at eve my door;Two song-birds wandering from their nest,A gray old ...
Against the sunset's glowing wallThe city towers rise black and tall,Where Zorah, on its rocky height,Stands like an armed man ...
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight streetHeard and gave back the hoarse, low call;Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,Glanced ...
SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-bellCeased quivering in the steeple,Scarce had the parson to his deskWalked stately through his people,When down ...
On the isle of Penikese,Ringed about by sapphire seas,Fanned by breezes salt and cool,Stood the Master with his school.Over sails ...
When the reaper's task was ended, and the summer wearing late,Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children ...
MASSACHUSETTS BAY, 1760.THE robins sang in the orchard, the buds intoblossoms grew;Little of human sorrow the buds and the robinsknew!Sick, ...
Where Time the measure of his hoursBy changeful bud and blossom keeps,And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,Fair Shiraz ...
The day is closing dark and cold,With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wearThe bloom of ...
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! ...
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,The solemn vista to the tombMust know henceforth another shadow,And give another cypress room.In love surpassing ...
BEAR him, comrades, to his grave; Never over one more braveShall the prairie grasses weep, In the ages yet to come,When the ...
My thoughts are all in yonder town,Where, wept by many tears,To-day my mother's friend lays downThe burden of her years.True ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
In the minister's morning sermonHe had told of the primal fall,And how thenceforth the wrath of GodRested on each and ...
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable ...
I shall not soon forget that sightThe glow of Autumn's westering day,A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,On Raphael's picture lay.It ...
The Khan came from Bokhara townTo Hamza, santon of renown."My head is sick, my hands are weak;Thy help, O holy ...
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he comeTo set de people free;An' massa tink it day ob doom,An' we ob ...
Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with Angel-stepsThe path which reaches Heaven.Our young and gentle ...
We have opened the door,Once, twice, thrice!We have swept the floor,We have boiled the rice.Come hither, come hither!Come from the ...
A TALE for Roman guides to tellTo careless, sight-worn travellers still,Who pause beside the narrow cellOf Gregory on the Caelian ...
AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE.Among their graven shapes to whomThy civic wreaths belong,O city of his love, make roomFor ...
"All hail!" the bells of Christmas rang,"All hail!" the monks at Christmas sang,The merry monks who kept with cheerThe gladdest ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories