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 ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
'Tis morning over Norridgewock, —On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirredAt intervals by breeze and ...
"I do believe, and yet, in grief,I pray for help to unbelief;For needful strength aside to layThe daily cumberings of ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
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 ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.You scarcely need my tardy thanks,Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--A green leaf ...
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 ...
O Dearly loved!And worthy of our love! No moreThy aged form shall rise beforeThe bushed and waiting worshiper,In meek obedience ...
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;The princes of our ancient lineLie drunken ...
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 ...
STILL in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stainOf blood defy the cleansing autumn rain;Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins ...
OUR fellow-countrymen in chains!Slaves, in a land of light and law!Slaves, crouching on the very plainsWhere rolled the storm of ...
Ho! thou who seekest late and longA License from the Holy BookFor brutal lust and fiendish wrong,Man of the Pulpit, ...
Not vainly did old poets tell,Nor vainly did old genius paintGod's great and crowning miracle,The hero and the saint!For even ...
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng;In the shade of thy palms, by ...
IN Westminster's royal halls,Robed in their pontificals,England's ancient prelates stoodFor the people's right and good.Closed around the waiting crowd,Dark and ...
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! ...
A gold fringe on the purpling hemOf hills the river runs,As down its long, green valley fallsThe last of summer's ...
In the minister's morning sermonHe had told of the primal fall,And how thenceforth the wrath of GodRested on each and ...
The roll of drums and the bugle's wailingVex the air of our vales-no more;The spear is beaten to hooks of ...
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,Through cane-brake and forest, - the hunting of men?The lords of ...
Thou hast fallen in thine armor,Thou martyr of the LordWith thy last breath crying "Onward!"And thy hand upon the sword.The ...
Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with Angel-stepsThe path which reaches Heaven.Our young and gentle ...
You flung your taunt across the wave;We bore it as became us,Well knowing that the fettered slaveLeft friendly lips no ...
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