A Lay Of Old Time (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
One morning of the first sad Fall,Poor Adam and his brideSat in the shade of Eden's wall--But on the outer ...
One morning of the first sad Fall,Poor Adam and his brideSat in the shade of Eden's wall--But on the outer ...
The lowliest born of all the land,He wrung from Fate's reluctant handThe gifts which happier boyhood claims;And, tasting on a ...
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shoreWhisper of peace, and with the low ...
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day:"I will not have to shrive my soul a priest in Slavery's ...
Oh, well may Essex sit forlornBeside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,Is hers in life no more!No lapse ...
The river hemmed with leaning treesWound through its meadows green;A low, blue line of mountains showedThe open pines between.One sharp, ...
O THOU, whose presence went beforeOur fathers in their weary way,As with Thy chosen moved of yoreThe fire by night, ...
WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRITINGS.Friend of mine! whose lot was castWith me in the distant past;Where, like shadows flitting ...
I.Our fathers' God! from out whose handThe centuries fall like grains of sand,We meet to-day, united, free,And loyal to our ...
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the rootOf old oppression sink the Saxon steel.Thy work is to hew down. In ...
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shinesThrough yon columnar pines,And on the deepening shadows of the lawnIts golden lines are ...
IN the solemn days of old,Two men met in Boston town,One a tradesman frank and bold,One a preacher of renown.Cried ...
I.NOT without envy Wealth at times must lookOn their brown strength who wield the reaping-hook."And scythe, or at the forge-fire ...
'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, ...
MY old Welsh neighbor over the wayCrept slowly out in the sun of spring,Pushed from her ears the locks of ...
As o'er his furrowed fields which lieBeneath a coldly dropping sky,Yet chill with winter's melted snow,The husbandman goes forth to ...
Blossom and greenness, making allThe winter birthday tropical,And the plain Quaker parlors gay,Have gone from bracket, stand, and wall;We saw ...
I ask not now for gold to gildWith mocking shine a weary frame;The yearning of the mind is stilled,I ask ...
"Jove means to settleAstraea in her seat again, And let down his golden chainAn age of better metal." Ben Johnson 1615O POET ...
THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,The prairied West its heavy grain,And sunset's radiant gates unfoldOn rising marts and sands of ...
Thou dwellest not, O Lord of allIn temples which thy children raise;Our work to thine is mean and small,And brief ...
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.Dear friends, who read the world aright,And in its common forms discernA beauty ...
A STRENGTH Thy service cannot tire,A faith which doubt can never dim,A heart of love, a lip of fire,O Freedom's ...
In calm and cool and silence, once againI find my old accustomed place amongMy brethren, where, perchance, no human tongueShall ...
Who gives and hides the giving hand,Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise,Shall find his smallest gift outweighsThe burden of ...
Calm on the breast of Loch MareeA little isle reposes;A shadow woven of the oakAnd willow o'er it closes.Within, a ...
All things are Thine: no gift have we,Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee;And hence with grateful hearts to-day,Thy own ...
John Pierpont, the eloquent preacher and poet of Boston.Not as a poor requital of the joyWith which my childhood heard ...
As Islam's Prophet, when his last day drewNigh to its close, besought all men to sayWhom he had wronged, to ...
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