Raphael (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I shall not soon forget that sightThe glow of Autumn's westering day,A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,On Raphael's picture lay.It ...
I shall not soon forget that sightThe glow of Autumn's westering day,A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,On Raphael's picture lay.It ...
At morn I prayed, "I fain would seeHow Three are One, and One is Three;Read the dark riddle unto me."I ...
In my dream, methought I trod,Yesternight, a mountain road;Narrow as Al Sirat's span,High as eagle's flight, it ran.Overhead, a roof ...
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hillsThe sun shall sink again,Farewell to life and all its ills,Farewell to cell and chain!These ...
A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runsBeneath its leaning trees;That low, soft ripple is its own,That dull roar is the sea's.Of ...
Thrice welcome from the Land of FlowersAnd golden-fruited orange bowersTo this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!To her who, in our ...
O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye notLikewise the chosen of the Lord,To do His will and speak His word?From the loud thunder-storm ...
THE evil days have come, the poorAre made a prey;Bar up the hospitable door,Put out the fire-lights, point no moreThe ...
WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRITINGS.Friend of mine! whose lot was castWith me in the distant past;Where, like shadows flitting ...
THE storm and peril overpast,The hounding hatred shamed and still,Go, soul of freedom! take at lastThe place which thou alone ...
Who, looking backward from his manhood's prime,Sees not the spectre of his misspent time?And, through the shadeOf funeral cypress planted ...
BY fire and cloud, across the desert sand,And through the parted waves,From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand,God led ...
WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,Within her war-rocked cradle lay,An iron race around her stood,Baptized her infant brow in blood;And, ...
AN AUTOGRAPH.Graceful in name and in thyself, our riverNone fairer saw in John Ward's pilgrim flock,Proof that upon their century-rooted ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
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