Among the Hills (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
I.Along Crane River's sunny slopesBlew warm the winds of May,And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksThe green outgrew the gray.The grass was ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
After the Danish of Christian WinterWhere, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,In its little Christian city stands ...
Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!Lonely and ...
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,And eats his meat and drinks his ale,And beats the maid with her unused ...
I.THE suns of eighteen centuries have shoneSince the Redeemer walked with man, and madeThe fisher's boat, the cavern's floor of ...
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;The princes of our ancient lineLie drunken ...
From pain and peril, by land and main,The shipwrecked sailor came back again;And like one from the dead, the threshold ...
STILL in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stainOf blood defy the cleansing autumn rain;Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins ...
Piero Luca, known of all the townAs the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens ...
ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF HEATHER IN BLOSSOM.No more these simple flowers belongTo Scottish maid and lover;Sown in the common ...
On these green banks, where falls too soonThe shade of Autumn's afternoon,The south wind blowing soft and sweet,The water gliding ...
ONCE, more, dear friends, you meet beneathA clouded sky:Not yet the sword has found its sheath,And on the sweet spring ...
WELCOME home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;With ...
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! ...
I need not ask thee, for my sake,To read a book which well may makeIts way by native force of ...
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable ...
The Khan came from Bokhara townTo Hamza, santon of renown."My head is sick, my hands are weak;Thy help, O holy ...
"Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day!Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away!'T is the vintage of blood, 't ...
Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm,On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?Or is it a ship in the ...
WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,Within her war-rocked cradle lay,An iron race around her stood,Baptized her infant brow in blood;And, ...
Friend of my many years!When the great silence falls, at last, on me,Let me not leave, to pain and sadden ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
The harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never ...
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