A Greeting (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Thrice welcome from the Land of FlowersAnd golden-fruited orange bowersTo this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!To her who, in our ...
Thrice welcome from the Land of FlowersAnd golden-fruited orange bowersTo this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!To her who, in our ...
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 ...
We have opened the door,Once, twice, thrice!We have swept the floor,We have boiled the rice.Come hither, come hither!Come from the ...
As Adam did in Paradise,To-day the primal right we claimFair mirror of the woods and skies,We give to thee a ...
The gulf of seven and fifty yearsWe stretch our welcoming hands across;The distance but a pebble's tossBetween us and our ...
A BLUSH as of rosesWhere rose never grew!Great drops on the bunch-grass,But not of the dew!A taint in the sweet ...
Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps,Her stones of emptiness remain;Around her sculptured mystery sweepsThe lonely waste of Edom's plain.From the ...
Still linger in our noon of timeAnd on our Saxon tongueThe echoes of the home-born hymnsThe Aryan mothers sung.And childhood ...
I WOULD the gift I offer hereMight graces from thy favor take,And, seen through Friendship's atmosphere,On softened lines and coloring, ...
I did but dream. I never knewWhat charms our sternest season wore.Was never yet the sky so blue,Was never earth ...
NOT unto us who did but seekThe word that burned within to speak,Not unto us this day belongThe triumph and ...
The name the Gallic exile bore,St. Malo! from thy ancient mart,Became upon our Western shoreGreenleaf for Feuillevert.A name to hear ...
The shadows grow and deepen round me,I feel the deffall in the air;The muezzin of the darkening thicket,I hear the ...
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
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 ...
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."Dear Sister! while the wise and sageTurn coldly from my playful page,And ...
A railway conductor who lost his life in an accident on a Connecticutrailway, May 9, 1873.CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his ...
Oh, well may Essex sit forlornBeside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,Is hers in life no more!No lapse ...
A PIOUS magistrate! sound his praise throughoutThe wondering churches. Who shall henceforth doubtThat the long-wished millennium draweth nigh?Sin in high ...
He has done the work of a true man,--Crown him, honor him, love him.Weep, over him, tears of woman,Stoop manliest ...
Between the gates of birth and deathAn old and saintly pilgrim passed,With look of one who witnessethThe long-sought goal at ...
WHERE are we going? where are we going,Where are we going, Rubee?Lord of peoples, lord of lands,Look across these shining ...
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 ...
THE storm and peril overpast,The hounding hatred shamed and still,Go, soul of freedom! take at lastThe place which thou alone ...
I.FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the friend of all;Lover of peace, yet ever foremost whenThe need of battling Freedom called ...
The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shedThat nearer heaven the living ones may climb;The false must fail, ...
I.Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to actA history stranger than his written fact,Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloomOf ...
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,And over chaos dark and cold,And through the dead and formless frameOf nature, ...
AS they who, tossing midst the storm at night,While turning shoreward, where a beacon shone,Meet the walled blackness of the ...
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