Aechdeacon Barbour (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
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 ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
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 ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
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 ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
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 ...
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 ...
WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.Maiden! with the fair brown tressesShading o'er thy dreamy eye,Floating on thy thoughtful foreheadCloud wreaths ...
I.THE suns of eighteen centuries have shoneSince the Redeemer walked with man, and madeThe fisher's boat, the cavern's floor of ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!A relic to the present cast,Left on the ever-changing strandOf shifting and unstable sand,Which ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
So, this is all, - the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war ...
ACROSS the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand,The circles of our empire touch the western ocean's strand;From slumberous ...
'Midst the men and things which willHaunt an old man's memory still,Drollest, quaintest of them all,With a boy's laugh I ...
THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!Like the oak of the mountain, ...
The sword was sheathed: in April's sunLay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,Joined hands at ...
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,Smiting the godless shrines of manAlong ...
A beautiful and happy girl,With step as light as summer air,Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,Shadowed by many ...
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smokeUp through the green wood curled;"Bring honey from the hollow oak,Bring milky sap," the brewers ...
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou ...
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable ...
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