At Last (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
When on my day of life the night is falling,And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,I hear far voices ...
When on my day of life the night is falling,And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,I hear far voices ...
As o'er his furrowed fields which lieBeneath a coldly dropping sky,Yet chill with winter's melted snow,The husbandman goes forth to ...
TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORE'S PICTURE OF CHRIST HEALING THE SICK.So stood of old the holy ChristAmidst the suffering throng;With ...
IN the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame,So terrible alive,Bleached by the desert's sun and wind, becameThe wandering wild bees' ...
Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old,Formless and void the dead earth rolled;Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blindTo the ...
My garden roses long agoHave perished from the leaf-strewn walks;Their pale, fair sisters smile no moreUpon the sweet-brier stalks.Gone with ...
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.Dear friends, who read the world aright,And in its common forms discernA beauty ...
Here, while the loom of Winter weavesThe shroud of flowers and fountains,I think of thee and summer evesAmong the Northern ...
We praise not now the poet's art,The rounded beauty of his song;Who weighs him from his life apartMust do his ...
Poor and inadequate the shadow-playOf gain and loss, of waking and of dream,Against life's solemn background needs must seemAt this ...
Calm on the breast of Loch MareeA little isle reposes;A shadow woven of the oakAnd willow o'er it closes.Within, a ...
We may not climb the heavenly steepsTo bring the Lord Christ down;In vain we search the lowest deepsFor Him who ...
The shade for me, but over theeThe lingering sunshine still;As, smiling, to the silent streamComes down the singing rill.So come ...
The threads our hands in blindness spinNo self-determined plan weaves in;The shuttle of the unseen powersWorks out a pattern not ...
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,From wave and shore a low and long lamentFor him, whose last look ...
Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the taskThus set before thee. If it proves at length,As well it may, ...
Climbing a path which leads back never moreWe heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;Now, face to face, we greet ...
Beside that milestone where the level sun,Nigh unto setting, sheds his last, low raysOn word and work irrevocably done,Life's blending ...
We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slaveOf text and legend. Reason's voice and God's,Nature's and Duty's, never ...
Weary of jangling noises never stilled,The skeptic's sneer, the bigot's hate, the dinOf clashing texts, the webs of creed men ...
Voice of the Holy Spirit, making knownMan to himself, a witness swift and sure,Warning, approving, true and wise and pure,Counsel ...
O dearest bloom the seasons know,Flowers of the Resurrection blow,Our hope and faith restore;And through the bitterness of deathAnd loss ...
Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
I write my name as one, On sands by waves o'errun Or winter's frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion's ...
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