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 ...
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 would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
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 ...
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
'Midst the men and things which willHaunt an old man's memory still,Drollest, quaintest of them all,With a boy's laugh I ...
The fourteen centuries fall awayBetween us and the Afric saint,And at his side we urge, to-day,The immemorial quest and old ...
"WHY urge the long, unequal fight,Since Truth has fallen in the street,Or lift anew the trampled light,Quenched by the heedless ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
HURRAH! the seaward breezesSweep down the bay amain;Heave up, my lads, the anchor!Run up the sail again!Leave to the lubber ...
No aimless wanderers, by the fiend UnrestGoaded from shore to shore;No schoolmen, turning, in their classic quest,The leaves of empire ...
I mourn no more my vanished yearsBeneath a tender rain,An April rain of smiles and tears,My heart is young again.The ...
O lonely bay of Trinity,O dreary shores, give ear!Lean down unto the white-lipped seaThe voice of God to hear!From world ...
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS.WE cross the prairie as of oldThe pilgrims crossed the sea,To make the West, as they the East,The ...
The threads our hands in blindness spinNo self-determined plan weaves in;The shuttle of the unseen powersWorks out a pattern not ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
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