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 ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smileWith which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed downIts beauty on the Indian isle, -On ...
The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle.Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd ...
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.On its roofs and steeples shed,Shadows weaving with t e sunlightFrom the gray sky overhead,Broadly, ...
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,And eats his meat and drinks his ale,And beats the maid with her unused ...
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 ...
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;"Heave up the worthless lubbers, -The dying and the dead."Up from the ...
Around Sebago's lonely lakeThere lingers not a breeze to breakThe mirror which its waters make.The solemn pines along its shore,The ...
Around Sebago's lonely lakeThere lingers not a breeze to breakThe mirror which its waters make.The solemn pines along its shore,The ...
WE give thy natal day to hope,O Country of our love and prayer!Thy way is down no fatal slope,But up ...
ONCE, more, dear friends, you meet beneathA clouded sky:Not yet the sword has found its sheath,And on the sweet spring ...
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight streetHeard and gave back the hoarse, low call;Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,Glanced ...
The sword was sheathed: in April's sunLay green the fields by Freedom won;And severed sections, weary of debates,Joined hands at ...
YORKTOWN.FROM Yorktown's ruins, ranked and still,Two lines stretch far o'er vale and hill:Who curbs his steed at head of one?Hark! ...
UP the hillside, down the glen,Rouse the sleeping citizen;Summon out the might of men!Like a lion growling low,Like a night-storm ...
LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,Feebly and cold, the morning lightComes stealing round him, dim and late,As if it ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern BondageGone, gone, — sold and goneTo the rice-swamp dank ...
L. M. C.We sat together, last May-day, and talkedOf the dear friends who walkedBeside us, sharers of the hopes and ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,In graceful counterfeit of flower,These children of the meadows, bornOf sunshine and of showers!How ...
Thou hast fallen in thine armor,Thou martyr of the LordWith thy last breath crying "Onward!"And thy hand upon the sword.The ...
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hillsThe sun shall sink again,Farewell to life and all its ills,Farewell to cell and chain!These ...
Thrice welcome from the Land of FlowersAnd golden-fruited orange bowersTo this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!To her who, in our ...
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
Still sits the school-house by the road,A ragged beggar sleeping;Around it still the sumachs grow,And blackberry-vines are creeping.Within, the master's ...
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