Proem (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I LOVE the old melodious laysWhich softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase,Sprinkling our ...
I LOVE the old melodious laysWhich softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase,Sprinkling our ...
A MOONY breadth of virgin face,By thought unviolated;A patient mouth, to take from scornThe hook with bank-notes baited!Its self-complacent sleekness ...
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 shadows grow and deepen round me,I feel the deffall in the air;The muezzin of the darkening thicket,I hear the ...
Long since, a dream of heaven I had,And still the vision haunts me oft;I see the saints in white robes ...
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 ...
God's love and peace be with thee, whereSoe'er this soft autumnal airLifts the dark tresses of thy hair.Whether through city ...
The shadows round the inland seaAre deepening into night;Slow up the slopes of OssipeeThey chase the lessening light.Tired of the ...
THE Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe and sinOf the world heavy upon him, entering inThe Holy of Holies, saw an ...
AMIDST thy sacred effigiesOf old renown give place,O city, Freedom-loved! to hisWhose hand unchained a race.Take the worn frame, that ...
Climbing a path which leads back never moreWe heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;Now, face to face, we greet ...
Thine are all the gifts, O God!Thine the broken bread;Let the naked feet be shod,And the starving fed.Let Thy children, ...
Gallery of sacred pictures manifold,A minster rich in holy effigies,And bearing on entablature and friezeThe hieroglyphic oracles of old.Along its ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, "The land we leave behind Has ...
"Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar, O'er fields ...
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled ...
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