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 ...
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 ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
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 ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
The elder folks shook hands at last,Down seat by seat the signal passed.To simple ways like ours unused,Half solemnized and ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
FROM the green Amesbury hill which bears the nameOf that half mythic ancestor of mineWho trod its slopes two hundred ...
I.FAR from his close and noisome cell,By grassy lane and sunny stream,Blown clover field and strawberry dell,And green and meadow ...
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.You scarcely need my tardy thanks,Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--A green leaf ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.On page of thine I cannot traceThe cold and heartless commonplace,A statue's fixed and ...
ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were fallingWhen the ranger's horn was callingThrough the woods to Canada.Gone the winter's sleet and snowing,Gone the spring-time's ...
In sky and wave the white clouds swam,And the blue hills of NottinghamThrough gaps of leafy greenAcross the lake were ...
Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!Lonely and ...
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of oldDwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing CapeStretches its shrunk arm out to all ...
A shallow stream, from fountainsDeep in the Sandwich mountains, Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;And, between its flood-torn shores,Sped by sail or ...
They left their home of summer easeBeneath the lowland's sheltering trees,To seek, by ways unknown to all,The promise of the ...
ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF HEATHER IN BLOSSOM.No more these simple flowers belongTo Scottish maid and lover;Sown in the common ...
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;And left, ...
THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen and bright, Where, miles away, Lies stretching to my dazzled sight A luminous belt, a misty light,Beyond the dark ...
O dwellers in the stately towns,What come ye out to see?This common earth, this common sky,This water flowing free?As gayly ...
THE land was pale with famineAnd racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,The earth withheld her grain.Men saw the boding ...
Years since (but names to me before),Two sisters sought at eve my door;Two song-birds wandering from their nest,A gray old ...
Traveller! on thy journey toilingBy the swift Powow,With the summer sunshine fallingOn thy heated brow,Listen, while all else is still,To ...
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned ...
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