To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
GONE to thy Heavenly Father's rest!The flowers of Eden round thee blowing,And on thine ear the murmurs blestOf Siloa's waters ...
GONE to thy Heavenly Father's rest!The flowers of Eden round thee blowing,And on thine ear the murmurs blestOf Siloa's waters ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
Thou hast fallen in thine armor,Thou martyr of the LordWith thy last breath crying "Onward!"And thy hand upon the sword.The ...
THEY sat in silent watchfulnessThe sacred cypress-tree about,And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,Their failing eyes looked out.Gray Age and Sickness ...
Spare me, dread angel of reproof,And let the sunshine weave to-dayIts gold-threads in the warp and woofOf life so poor ...
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hillsThe sun shall sink again,Farewell to life and all its ills,Farewell to cell and chain!These ...
Above, below, in sky and sod,In leaf and spar, in star and man,Well might the wise Athenian scanThe geometric signs ...
The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;One heart from among ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
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 ...
We have opened the door,Once, twice, thrice!We have swept the floor,We have boiled the rice.Come hither, come hither!Come from the ...
The gulf of seven and fifty yearsWe stretch our welcoming hands across;The distance but a pebble's tossBetween us and our ...
Along the aisle where prayer was made,A woman, all in black arrayed,Close-veiled, between the kneeling host,With gliding motion of a ...
Sweetest of all childlike dreamsIn the simple Indian loreStill to me the legend seemsOf the shapes who flit before.Flitting, passing, ...
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
Thine is a grief, the depth of which anotherMay never know;Yet, o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!To thee I ...
ON READING HER POEM IN "THE STANDARD."The sweet spring day is glad with music,But through it sounds a sadder strain;The ...
Oh, well may Essex sit forlornBeside her sea-blown shore;Her well beloved, her noblest born,Is hers in life no more!No lapse ...
Between the gates of birth and deathAn old and saintly pilgrim passed,With look of one who witnessethThe long-sought goal at ...
I.The mercy, O Eternal One!By man unmeasured yet,In joy or grief, in shade or sun,I never will forget.I give the ...
THE storm and peril overpast,The hounding hatred shamed and still,Go, soul of freedom! take at lastThe place which thou alone ...
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shinesThrough yon columnar pines,And on the deepening shadows of the lawnIts golden lines are ...
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
SAINT PATRICK, slave to Milcho of the herdsOf Ballymena, wakened with these words:"Arise, and fleeOut from the land of bondage, ...
The time of gifts has come again,And, on my northern window-pane,Outlined against the day's brief light,A Christmas token hangs in ...
MY old Welsh neighbor over the wayCrept slowly out in the sun of spring,Pushed from her ears the locks of ...
THE Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe and sinOf the world heavy upon him, entering inThe Holy of Holies, saw an ...
Bland as the morning breath of JuneThe southwest breezes play;And, through its haze, the winter noonSeems warm as summer's day.The ...
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.Dear friends, who read the world aright,And in its common forms discernA beauty ...
Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill,Behold! thou art a woman still!And, by that sacred name and dear,I bid ...
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