Mogg Megone – Part I. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
FROM the green Amesbury hill which bears the nameOf that half mythic ancestor of mineWho trod its slopes two hundred ...
ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were fallingWhen the ranger's horn was callingThrough the woods to Canada.Gone the winter's sleet and snowing,Gone the spring-time's ...
Read at the unveiling of the bust of Elizabeth Fry at the Friends'School, Providence, R. I.A. D. 1209.AMIDST Thuringia's wooded ...
In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,Across the charmed bayWhose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountainsPerpetual holiday,A king ...
ONCE, more, dear friends, you meet beneathA clouded sky:Not yet the sword has found its sheath,And on the sweet spring ...
Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng;In the shade of thy palms, by ...
When first I saw our banner wave Above the nation's council-hall, I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of the slave! In ...
The flags of war like storm birds fly, The charging trumpets blow;Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below.And, ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
Not always as the whirlwind's rushOn Horeb's mount of fear,Not always as the burning bushTo Midian's shepherd seer,Nor as the ...
A DREAR and desolate shore!Where no tree unfolds its leaves,And never the spring wind weavesGreen grass for the hunter's tread;A ...
NOT unto us who did but seekThe word that burned within to speak,Not unto us this day belongThe triumph and ...
Thine is a grief, the depth of which anotherMay never know;Yet, o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!To thee I ...
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 ...
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shoreWhisper of peace, and with the low ...
Oh, well may Essex sit forlornBeside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,Is hers in life no more!No lapse ...
I.The mercy, O Eternal One!By man unmeasured yet,In joy or grief, in shade or sun,I never will forget.I give the ...
I SAID I stood upon thy grave,My Mother State, when last the moonOf blossoms clomb the skies of June.And, scattering ...
I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,I saw an earnest look beseech,And rather by that look than speechMy neighbor told ...
THE proudest now is but my peer,The highest not more high;To-day, of all the weary year,A king of men am ...
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