In The “Old South” (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
She came and stood in the Old South Church,A wonder and a sign,With a look the old-time sibyls wore,Half-crazed and ...
She came and stood in the Old South Church,A wonder and a sign,With a look the old-time sibyls wore,Half-crazed and ...
Along the aisle where prayer was made,A woman, all in black arrayed,Close-veiled, between the kneeling host,With gliding motion of a ...
Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps,Her stones of emptiness remain;Around her sculptured mystery sweepsThe lonely waste of Edom's plain.From the ...
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrongThan praise the right; if seldom to thine earMy voice hath mingled ...
"All hail!" the bells of Christmas rang,"All hail!" the monks at Christmas sang,The merry monks who kept with cheerThe gladdest ...
THE years are but half a score,And the war-whoop sounds no moreWith the blast of bugles, whereStraight into a slaughter ...
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
ON READING HER POEM IN "THE STANDARD."The sweet spring day is glad with music,But through it sounds a sadder strain;The ...
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shoreWhisper of peace, and with the low ...
WHAT though around thee blazesNo fiery rallying sign?From all thy own high places,Give heaven the light of thine!What though unthrilled, ...
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shinesThrough yon columnar pines,And on the deepening shadows of the lawnIts golden lines are ...
A SOUND of tumult troubles all the air,Like the low thunders of a sultry skyFar-rolling ere the downright lightnings glare;The ...
Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn,The black-lined silhouette of the woods was drawn,And on a wintry wasteOf ...
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,And over chaos dark and cold,And through the dead and formless frameOf nature, ...
SAINT PATRICK, slave to Milcho of the herdsOf Ballymena, wakened with these words:"Arise, and fleeOut from the land of bondage, ...
O STATE prayer-founded! never hungSuch choice upon a people's tongue,Such power to bless or ban,As that which makes thy whisper ...
The land, that, from the rule of kings,In freeing us, itself made free,Our Old World Sister, to us bringsHer sculptured ...
AMIDST thy sacred effigiesOf old renown give place,O city, Freedom-loved! to hisWhose hand unchained a race.Take the worn frame, that ...
We may not climb the heavenly steepsTo bring the Lord Christ down;In vain we search the lowest deepsFor Him who ...
Friend of my many years!When the great silence falls, at last, on me,Let me not leave, to pain and sadden ...
OLOR ISCANUS queries: "Why should weVex at the land's ridiculous miserie?"So on his Usk banks, in the blood-red dawnOf England's ...
Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
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