To My Sister, (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."Dear Sister! while the wise and sageTurn coldly from my playful page,And ...
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."Dear Sister! while the wise and sageTurn coldly from my playful page,And ...
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day:"I will not have to shrive my soul a priest in Slavery's ...
WHAT though around thee blazesNo fiery rallying sign?From all thy own high places,Give heaven the light of thine!What though unthrilled, ...
His laurels fresh from song and lay,Romance, art, science, rich in all,And young of heart, how dare we sayWe keep ...
O THOU, whose presence went beforeOur fathers in their weary way,As with Thy chosen moved of yoreThe fire by night, ...
ALL night above their rocky bedThey saw the stars march slow;The wild Sierra overhead,The desert's death below.The Indian from his ...
The tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on the sea;The night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee.At last ...
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowingUnder the sky's gray arch;Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowingIt ...
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the rootOf old oppression sink the Saxon steel.Thy work is to hew down. In ...
A picture memory brings to meI look across the years and seeMyself beside my mother's knee.I feel her gentle hand ...
The shadows round the inland seaAre deepening into night;Slow up the slopes of OssipeeThey chase the lessening light.Tired of the ...
A SOUND of tumult troubles all the air,Like the low thunders of a sultry skyFar-rolling ere the downright lightnings glare;The ...
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,Our work is done, God knoweth how!As on the thronged, unrestful townThe patience of ...
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
Type of two mighty continents!--combiningThe strength of Europe with the warmth and glowOf Asian song and prophecy,--the shiningOf Orient splendors ...
IN the solemn days of old,Two men met in Boston town,One a tradesman frank and bold,One a preacher of renown.Cried ...
'Neath skies that winter never knewThe air was full of light and balm,And warm and soft the Gulf wind blewThrough ...
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,And over chaos dark and cold,And through the dead and formless frameOf nature, ...
The time of gifts has come again,And, on my northern window-pane,Outlined against the day's brief light,A Christmas token hangs in ...
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 ...
FROM these wild rocks I look to-dayO'er leagues of dancing waves, and seeThe far, low coast-line stretch awayTo where our ...
THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,The prairied West its heavy grain,And sunset's radiant gates unfoldOn rising marts and sands of ...
BENEATH thy skies, November!Thy skies of cloud and rain,Around our blazing camp-firesWe close our ranks again.Then sound again the bugles,Call ...
In calm and cool and silence, once againI find my old accustomed place amongMy brethren, where, perchance, no human tongueShall ...
Dry the tears for holy Eva,With the blessed angels leave her;Of the form so soft and fairGive to earth the ...
The land, that, from the rule of kings,In freeing us, itself made free,Our Old World Sister, to us bringsHer sculptured ...
WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,Within her war-rocked cradle lay,An iron race around her stood,Baptized her infant brow in blood;And, ...
A tender child of summers three,Seeking her little bed at night,Paused on the dark stair timidly."Oh, mother! Take my hand," ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine ...
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