The Old Burying-Ground (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smokeUp through the green wood curled;"Bring honey from the hollow oak,Bring milky sap," the brewers ...
Father! to Thy suffering poorStrength and grace and faith impart,And with Thy own love restoreComfort to the broken heart!Oh, the ...
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou ...
IT chanced that while the pious troops of FranceFought in the crusade Pio Nono preached,What time the holy Bourbons stayed ...
BEAR him, comrades, to his grave; Never over one more braveShall the prairie grasses weep, In the ages yet to come,When the ...
ON RECEIVING A BASKET OF SEA-MOSSES.Thanks for thy giftOf ocean flowers,Born where the golden driftOf the slant sunshine fallsDown the ...
The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moanRound fane and altar overthrown ...
UP the hillside, down the glen,Rouse the sleeping citizen;Summon out the might of men!Like a lion growling low,Like a night-storm ...
LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,Feebly and cold, the morning lightComes stealing round him, dim and late,As if it ...
A gold fringe on the purpling hemOf hills the river runs,As down its long, green valley fallsThe last of summer's ...
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 ...
Though flowers have perished at the touchOf Frost, the early comer,I hail the season loved so much,The good St. Martin's ...
MEN of the North-land! where's the manly spiritOf the true-hearted and the unshackled gone?Sons of old freemen, do we but ...
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 roll of drums and the bugle's wailingVex the air of our vales-no more;The spear is beaten to hooks of ...
Over the threshold of his pleasant homeSet in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,In simple trust, misdoubting not the end."Dear ...
BEARER of Freedom's holy light,Breaker of Slavery's chain and rod,The foe of all which pains the sight,Or wounds the generous ...
HURRAH! the seaward breezesSweep down the bay amain;Heave up, my lads, the anchor!Run up the sail again!Leave to the lubber ...
Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with theeOn the great waters of the unsounded sea,Momently listening with suspended oarFor the ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
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 ...
"O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare,—The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's queen might wear;And ...
Thou hast fallen in thine armor,Thou martyr of the LordWith thy last breath crying "Onward!"And thy hand upon the sword.The ...
FROM gold to grayOur mild sweet dayOf Indian Summer fades too soon;But tenderlyAbove the seaHangs, white and calm, the hunter's ...
Spare me, dread angel of reproof,And let the sunshine weave to-dayIts gold-threads in the warp and woofOf life so poor ...
ON A BLANK LEAF OF "POEMS PRINTED, NOT PUBLISHED."Well thought! who would not rather hearThe songs to Love and Friendship ...
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hillsThe sun shall sink again,Farewell to life and all its ills,Farewell to cell and chain!These ...
The years are many since his handWas laid upon my head,Too weak and young to understandThe serious words he said.Yet ...
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