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 ...
'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 ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
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 ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
The elder folks shook hands at last,Down seat by seat the signal passed.To simple ways like ours unused,Half solemnized and ...
YES, let them gather! Summon forthThe pledged philanthropy of Earth.From every land, whose hills have heardThe bugle blast of Freedom ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
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 ...
TO E. W.I KNOW not, Time and Space so intervene,Whether, still waiting with a trust serene,Thou bearest up thy fourscore ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
After the Danish of Christian WinterWhere, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,In its little Christian city stands ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
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 blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:No word of haughty challenging, ...
THE wave is breaking on the shore,The echo fading from the chime;Again the shadow moveth o'erThe dial-plate of time!O seer-seen ...
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 ...
Immortal Love, forever full,Forever flowing free,Forever shared, forever whole,A never-ebbing sea!Our outward lips confess the nameAll other names above;Love only ...
Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!Lonely and ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
A shallow stream, from fountainsDeep in the Sandwich mountains, Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;And, between its flood-torn shores,Sped by sail or ...
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