John Greenleaf Whittier Poems on Soul (101 Poems)
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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 of our winter timeA will as firm, a creed as stern, and wroughtWith one mailed hand, and with the other … Continue reading
Aechdeacon Barbour (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the fair,On the bald apex ringed with scanty hair,On blank indifference and on curious stare;On the pale Showman reading from his … Continue reading
Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the red pennons of the cardinal-flowersHang motionless upon their upright staves.The sky is hot and hazy, and the wind,Vying-weary with its … Continue reading
Mogg Megone – Part II. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
‘Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and bird,And wearing all the hues which glowIn heaven’s own pure and perfect bow,That glorious picture of the air,Which summer’s light-robed … Continue reading
Mogg Megone – Part I. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray of the cataract sparkles on high,Lonely and sternly, save Mogg Megone?Close to the verge of the rock is he,While beneath … Continue reading
Miriam (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack of rains,And climbed the neighboring slope, with feetSlackened and heavy from the heat,Although the day was wellnigh done,And the low … Continue reading
Mogg Megone – Part III. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ill thy troubled musings fitThe holy quiet of a breastWith the Dove of Peace at rest,Sweetly brooding over it.Thoughts are … Continue reading
The Grave By The Lake (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Where the Great Lake’s sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain’s granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about with smooth, gray stones,Rest the giant’s mighty bones. Close beside, in shade and gleam,Laughs and ripples Melvin stream;Melvin water, mountain-born,All … Continue reading
The Quaker Alumni (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as your heads grow more cool,Play over the old game of going to school. All your strifes and vexations, your whims … Continue reading
The Meeting (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The elder folks shook hands at last,Down seat by seat the signal passed.To simple ways like ours unused,Half solemnized and half amused,With long-drawn breath and shrug, my guestHis sense of glad relief expressed.Outside, the hills lay warm in sun;The cattle … Continue reading
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