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 ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
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 ...
After the Danish of Christian WinterWhere, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,In its little Christian city stands ...
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.You scarcely need my tardy thanks,Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--A green leaf ...
A bending staff I would not break,A feeble faith I would not shake,Nor even rashly pluck awayThe error which some ...
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
THE wave is breaking on the shore,The echo fading from the chime;Again the shadow moveth o'erThe dial-plate of time!O seer-seen ...
So, this is all, - the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war ...
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,Who is ...
From pain and peril, by land and main,The shipwrecked sailor came back again;And like one from the dead, the threshold ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
O dwellers in the stately towns,What come ye out to see?This common earth, this common sky,This water flowing free?As gayly ...
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 ...
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
Where Time the measure of his hoursBy changeful bud and blossom keeps,And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,Fair Shiraz ...
A beautiful and happy girl,With step as light as summer air,Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,Shadowed by many ...
TOKEN Of friendship true and tried,From one whose fiery heart of youthWith mine has beaten, side by side,For Liberty and ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
AN ALGONQUIN LEGEND.HAPPY young friends, sit by me,Under May's blown apple-tree,While these home-birds in and outThrough the blossoms flit about.Hear ...
ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND.'T is said that in the Holy LandThe angels of the place have blessedThe pilgrim's ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,In graceful counterfeit of flower,These children of the meadows, bornOf sunshine and of showers!How ...
THEY sat in silent watchfulnessThe sacred cypress-tree about,And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,Their failing eyes looked out.Gray Age and Sickness ...
BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.The end has come, as come it mustTo all things; in these sweet June daysThe teacher and ...
I mourn no more my vanished yearsBeneath a tender rain,An April rain of smiles and tears,My heart is young again.The ...
A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runsBeneath its leaning trees;That low, soft ripple is its own,That dull roar is the sea's.Of ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps,Her stones of emptiness remain;Around her sculptured mystery sweepsThe lonely waste of Edom's plain.From the ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories