The Last Walk In Autumn (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
FROM the green Amesbury hill which bears the nameOf that half mythic ancestor of mineWho trod its slopes two hundred ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:No word of haughty challenging, ...
WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.On its roofs and steeples shed,Shadows weaving with t e sunlightFrom the gray sky overhead,Broadly, ...
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,Who is ...
WILDLY round our woodland quartersSad-voiced Autumn grieves;Thickly down these swelling watersFloat his fallen leaves.Through the tall and naked timber,Column-like and ...
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;And left, ...
Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng;In the shade of thy palms, by ...
ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain,Woke in the night to the sound of rain,The rush of wind, the ramp and roarOf ...
KLOSTER KEDAR, EPHRATA, PENNSYLVANIA (1738)SISTER MARIA CHRISTINA singsWake, sisters, wake! the day-star shines;Above Ephrata's eastern pinesThe dawn is breaking, cool ...
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."Dear Sister! while the wise and sageTurn coldly from my playful page,And ...
Here, while the loom of Winter weavesThe shroud of flowers and fountains,I think of thee and summer evesAmong the Northern ...
The land, that, from the rule of kings,In freeing us, itself made free,Our Old World Sister, to us bringsHer sculptured ...
The shade for me, but over theeThe lingering sunshine still;As, smiling, to the silent streamComes down the singing rill.So come ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
Call him not heretic whose works attest His faith in goodness by no creed confessed. Whatever in love's name is ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
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