Extract From “A New England Legend” (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern BondageGone, gone, — sold and goneTo the rice-swamp dank ...
The roll of drums and the bugle's wailingVex the air of our vales-no more;The spear is beaten to hooks of ...
ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND.'T is said that in the Holy LandThe angels of the place have blessedThe pilgrim's ...
Above, below, in sky and sod,In leaf and spar, in star and man,Well might the wise Athenian scanThe geometric signs ...
The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;One heart from among ...
A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runsBeneath its leaning trees;That low, soft ripple is its own,That dull roar is the sea's.Of ...
The flags of war like storm birds fly, The charging trumpets blow;Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below.And, ...
GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fightYe 're waging now, ye cannot fail,For better is your sense of rightThan king-craft's ...
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,O man of God! our hope and faithThe Elements and Stars assail,And the awed ...
I.Light, warmth, and sprouting greenness, and o'er allBlue, stainless, steel-bright ether, raining downTranquillity upon the deep-hushed town,The freshening meadows, and ...
Still linger in our noon of timeAnd on our Saxon tongueThe echoes of the home-born hymnsThe Aryan mothers sung.And childhood ...
I LOVE the old melodious laysWhich softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase,Sprinkling our ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
"Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day!Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away!'T is the vintage of blood, 't ...
I did but dream. I never knewWhat charms our sternest season wore.Was never yet the sky so blue,Was never earth ...
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
THE evil days have come, the poorAre made a prey;Bar up the hospitable door,Put out the fire-lights, point no moreThe ...
The lowliest born of all the land,He wrung from Fate's reluctant handThe gifts which happier boyhood claims;And, tasting on a ...
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 ...
Last night, just as the tints of autumn's skyOf sunset faded from our hills and streams,I sat, vague listening, lapped ...
How sweetly come the holy psalmsFrom saints and martyrs down,The waving of triumphal palmsAbove the thorny crownThe choral praise, the ...
Type of two mighty continents!--combiningThe strength of Europe with the warmth and glowOf Asian song and prophecy,--the shiningOf Orient splendors ...
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,And over chaos dark and cold,And through the dead and formless frameOf nature, ...
This day, two hundred years ago,The wild grape by the river's side,And tasteless groundnut trailing low,The table of the woods ...
O painter of the fruits and flowers,We own wise design,Where these human hands of oursMay share work of Thine!Apart from ...
Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old,Formless and void the dead earth rolled;Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blindTo the ...
Talk not of sad November, when a dayOf warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,And a wind, borrowed from ...
Bland as the morning breath of JuneThe southwest breezes play;And, through its haze, the winter noonSeems warm as summer's day.The ...
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