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 ...
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smileWith which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed downIts beauty on the Indian isle, -On ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
Andrew Rykman's dead and gone;You can see his leaning slateIn the graveyard, and thereonRead his name and date.Trust is truer ...
The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle.Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd ...
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:No word of haughty challenging, ...
THE wave is breaking on the shore,The echo fading from the chime;Again the shadow moveth o'erThe dial-plate of time!O seer-seen ...
To-day the plant by Williams setIts summer bloom discloses;The wilding sweethrier of his prayersIs crowned with cultured roses.Once more the ...
Immortal Love, forever full,Forever flowing free,Forever shared, forever whole,A never-ebbing sea!Our outward lips confess the nameAll other names above;Love only ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
I.THE suns of eighteen centuries have shoneSince the Redeemer walked with man, and madeThe fisher's boat, the cavern's floor of ...
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,As she stands before her lover, with raised face ...
From pain and peril, by land and main,The shipwrecked sailor came back again;And like one from the dead, the threshold ...
STILL in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stainOf blood defy the cleansing autumn rain;Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins ...
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;"Heave up the worthless lubbers, -The dying and the dead."Up from the ...
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 ...
Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day,Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine,Pondering the solemn Miracle of Life;As one ...
IN Westminster's royal halls,Robed in their pontificals,England's ancient prelates stoodFor the people's right and good.Closed around the waiting crowd,Dark and ...
Where Time the measure of his hoursBy changeful bud and blossom keeps,And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,Fair Shiraz ...
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! ...
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 ...
LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,Feebly and cold, the morning lightComes stealing round him, dim and late,As if it ...
Spare me, dread angel of reproof,And let the sunshine weave to-dayIts gold-threads in the warp and woofOf life so poor ...
A CHRISTIAN! going, gone!Who bids for God's own image? for his grace,Which that poor victim of the market-placeHath in her ...
The flags of war like storm birds fly, The charging trumpets blow;Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below.And, ...
GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fightYe 're waging now, ye cannot fail,For better is your sense of rightThan king-craft's ...
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