The Brother Of Mercy (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Piero Luca, known of all the townAs the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens ...
Piero Luca, known of all the townAs the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens ...
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;And left, ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
Far away in the twilight timeOf every people, in every clime,Dragons and griffins and monsters dire,Born of water, and air, ...
The fourteen centuries fall awayBetween us and the Afric saint,And at his side we urge, to-day,The immemorial quest and old ...
Against the sunset's glowing wallThe city towers rise black and tall,Where Zorah, on its rocky height,Stands like an armed man ...
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 ...
How sweetly on the wood-girt townThe mellow light of sunset shone!Each small, bright lake, whose waters stillMirror the forest and ...
On the isle of Penikese,Ringed about by sapphire seas,Fanned by breezes salt and cool,Stood the Master with his school.Over sails ...
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,Smiting the godless shrines of manAlong ...
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! ...
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,Our hills are maple-crowned;But not from them our fathers choseThe village burying-ground.The dreariest ...
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou ...
ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain,Woke in the night to the sound of rain,The rush of wind, the ramp and roarOf ...
Over the threshold of his pleasant homeSet in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,In simple trust, misdoubting not the end."Dear ...
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,Through cane-brake and forest, - the hunting of men?The lords of ...
FROM gold to grayOur mild sweet dayOf Indian Summer fades too soon;But tenderlyAbove the seaHangs, white and calm, the hunter's ...
The years are many since his handWas laid upon my head,Too weak and young to understandThe serious words he said.Yet ...
I GIVE thee joy!-I know to thee The dearest spot on earth must beWhere sleeps thy loved one by the summer ...
Above, below, in sky and sod,In leaf and spar, in star and man,Well might the wise Athenian scanThe geometric signs ...
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;With a music as ...
I mourn no more my vanished yearsBeneath a tender rain,An April rain of smiles and tears,My heart is young again.The ...
The flags of war like storm birds fly, The charging trumpets blow;Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below.And, ...
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he comeTo set de people free;An' massa tink it day ob doom,An' we ob ...
NOW, joy and thanks forevermore!The dreary night has wellnigh passed,The slumbers of the North are o'er,The Giant stands erect at ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,O man of God! our hope and faithThe Elements and Stars assail,And the awed ...
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love ...
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