Red Riding Hood (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,Ridged o'er with many a drifted heap;The wind that through the pine-trees sungThe ...
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,Ridged o'er with many a drifted heap;The wind that through the pine-trees sungThe ...
A DREAR and desolate shore!Where no tree unfolds its leaves,And never the spring wind weavesGreen grass for the hunter's tread;A ...
THE years are but half a score,And the war-whoop sounds no moreWith the blast of bugles, whereStraight into a slaughter ...
I did but dream. I never knewWhat charms our sternest season wore.Was never yet the sky so blue,Was never earth ...
The shadows grow and deepen round me,I feel the deffall in the air;The muezzin of the darkening thicket,I hear the ...
'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 ...
THANK God for rest, where none molest,And none can make afraid;For Peace that sits as Plenty's guestBeneath the homestead shade!Bring ...
ALL night above their rocky bedThey saw the stars march slow;The wild Sierra overhead,The desert's death below.The Indian from his ...
Out and in the river is windingThe links of its long, red chain,Through belts of dusky pine-landAnd gusty leagues of ...
Type of two mighty continents!--combiningThe strength of Europe with the warmth and glowOf Asian song and prophecy,--the shiningOf Orient splendors ...
As o'er his furrowed fields which lieBeneath a coldly dropping sky,Yet chill with winter's melted snow,The husbandman goes forth to ...
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!Heap high the golden corn !No richer gift has Autumn pouredFrom out her lavish horn ...
Bland as the morning breath of JuneThe southwest breezes play;And, through its haze, the winter noonSeems warm as summer's day.The ...
Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers,And gone the Summer's pomp and show,And Autumn, in his leafless bowers,Is waiting ...
Poet and friend of poets, if thy glassDetects no flower in winter's tuft of grass,Let this slight token of the ...
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
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