The Pennsylvania (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
PreludeI sing the Pilgrim of a softer climeAnd milder speech than those brave men's who broughtTo the ice and iron ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
"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 ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smileWith which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed downIts beauty on the Indian isle, -On ...
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 ...
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 ...
TO E. W.I KNOW not, Time and Space so intervene,Whether, still waiting with a trust serene,Thou bearest up thy fourscore ...
FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from thelake that never fails,Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway'sintervales;There, in ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.You scarcely need my tardy thanks,Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--A green leaf ...
A score of years had come and goneSince the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,When Captain Underhill, bearing scarsFrom Indian ambush ...
The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle.Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
A bending staff I would not break,A feeble faith I would not shake,Nor even rashly pluck awayThe error which some ...
UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful ...
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
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 ...
I. "Encore un hymne, O ma lyre Un hymn pour le Seigneur, Un hymne dans mon delire, Un hymne dans mon bonheur." One hymn more, ...
WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.Maiden! with the fair brown tressesShading o'er thy dreamy eye,Floating on thy thoughtful foreheadCloud wreaths ...
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