Revelation (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,O man of God! our hope and faithThe Elements and Stars assail,And the awed ...
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,O man of God! our hope and faithThe Elements and Stars assail,And the awed ...
A DREAR and desolate shore!Where no tree unfolds its leaves,And never the spring wind weavesGreen grass for the hunter's tread;A ...
O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye notLikewise the chosen of the Lord,To do His will and speak His word?From the loud thunder-storm ...
Thine is a grief, the depth of which anotherMay never know;Yet, o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!To thee I ...
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shinesThrough yon columnar pines,And on the deepening shadows of the lawnIts golden lines are ...
THE age is dull and mean. Men creep,Not walk; with blood too pale and tameTo pay the debt they owe ...
The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shedThat nearer heaven the living ones may climb;The false must fail, ...
IN the solemn days of old,Two men met in Boston town,One a tradesman frank and bold,One a preacher of renown.Cried ...
As o'er his furrowed fields which lieBeneath a coldly dropping sky,Yet chill with winter's melted snow,The husbandman goes forth to ...
TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORE'S PICTURE OF CHRIST HEALING THE SICK.So stood of old the holy ChristAmidst the suffering throng;With ...
I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,I saw an earnest look beseech,And rather by that look than speechMy neighbor told ...
The shade for me, but over theeThe lingering sunshine still;As, smiling, to the silent streamComes down the singing rill.So come ...
OLOR ISCANUS queries: "Why should weVex at the land's ridiculous miserie?"So on his Usk banks, in the blood-red dawnOf England's ...
We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slaveOf text and legend. Reason's voice and God's,Nature's and Duty's, never ...
Poet and friend of poets, if thy glassDetects no flower in winter's tuft of grass,Let this slight token of the ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
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