To William Lloyd Garrison (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
CHAMPION of those who groan beneathOppression's iron hand:In view of penury, hate, and death,I see thee fearless stand.Still bearing up ...
CHAMPION of those who groan beneathOppression's iron hand:In view of penury, hate, and death,I see thee fearless stand.Still bearing up ...
Oh, well may Essex sit forlornBeside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,Is hers in life no more!No lapse ...
He has done the work of a true man,--Crown him, honor him, love him.Weep, over him, tears of woman,Stoop manliest ...
WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRITINGS.Friend of mine! whose lot was castWith me in the distant past;Where, like shadows flitting ...
I.The mercy, O Eternal One!By man unmeasured yet,In joy or grief, in shade or sun,I never will forget.I give the ...
I.FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the friend of all;Lover of peace, yet ever foremost whenThe need of battling Freedom called ...
A picture memory brings to meI look across the years and seeMyself beside my mother's knee.I feel her gentle hand ...
Who, looking backward from his manhood's prime,Sees not the spectre of his misspent time?And, through the shadeOf funeral cypress planted ...
Last night, just as the tints of autumn's skyOf sunset faded from our hills and streams,I sat, vague listening, lapped ...
I.Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to actA history stranger than his written fact,Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloomOf ...
Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars,And nursed by winter gales,With petals of the sleeted spars,And leaves of frozen sails!What had ...
AS they who, tossing midst the storm at night,While turning shoreward, where a beacon shone,Meet the walled blackness of the ...
SAINT PATRICK, slave to Milcho of the herdsOf Ballymena, wakened with these words:"Arise, and fleeOut from the land of bondage, ...
Talk not of sad November, when a dayOf warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,And a wind, borrowed from ...
Thou dwellest not, O Lord of allIn temples which thy children raise;Our work to thine is mean and small,And brief ...
Poor and inadequate the shadow-playOf gain and loss, of waking and of dream,Against life's solemn background needs must seemAt this ...
The threads our hands in blindness spinNo self-determined plan weaves in;The shuttle of the unseen powersWorks out a pattern not ...
I wandered lonely where the pine-trees madeAgainst the bitter East their barricade,And, guided by its sweetPerfume, I found, within a ...
GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886.Once more, O all-adjusting Death!The nation's Pantheon opens wide;Once more a common sorrow saithA strong, wise man ...
OLOR ISCANUS queries: "Why should weVex at the land's ridiculous miserie?"So on his Usk banks, in the blood-red dawnOf England's ...
VOICE of a people suffering long,The pathos of their mournful song,The sorrow of their night of wrong!Their cry like that ...
O dearest bloom the seasons know,Flowers of the Resurrection blow,Our hope and faith restore;And through the bitterness of deathAnd loss ...
Call him not heretic whose works attest His faith in goodness by no creed confessed. Whatever in love's name is ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine ...
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from ...
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore! Revile ...
It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
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