The Reunion (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The gulf of seven and fifty yearsWe stretch our welcoming hands across;The distance but a pebble's tossBetween us and our ...
The gulf of seven and fifty yearsWe stretch our welcoming hands across;The distance but a pebble's tossBetween us and our ...
A BLUSH as of rosesWhere rose never grew!Great drops on the bunch-grass,But not of the dew!A taint in the sweet ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
Sweetest of all childlike dreamsIn the simple Indian loreStill to me the legend seemsOf the shapes who flit before.Flitting, passing, ...
AMONG the legends sung or saidAlong our rocky shore,The Wishing Bridge of MarbleheadMay well be sung once more.An hundred years ...
UP, laggards of Freedom! - our free flag is castTo the blaze of the sun and the wings of the ...
Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,Our hearts are all thy own;To-day we bid thee welcomeNot for ourselves alone.In the long ...
CHAMPION of those who groan beneathOppression's iron hand:In view of penury, hate, and death,I see thee fearless stand.Still bearing up ...
The subtle power in perfume foundNor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;On Grecian shrine or Aztec moundNo censer idly burned.That power ...
LONGFELLOW.WITH a glory of winter sunshineOver his locks of gray,In the old historic mansionHe sat on his last birthday;With his ...
IN the solemn days of old,Two men met in Boston town,One a tradesman frank and bold,One a preacher of renown.Cried ...
I SAID I stood upon thy grave,My Mother State, when last the moonOf blossoms clomb the skies of June.And, scattering ...
O painter of the fruits and flowers,We own wise design,Where these human hands of oursMay share work of Thine!Apart from ...
TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORE'S PICTURE OF CHRIST HEALING THE SICK.So stood of old the holy ChristAmidst the suffering throng;With ...
My garden roses long agoHave perished from the leaf-strewn walks;Their pale, fair sisters smile no moreUpon the sweet-brier stalks.Gone with ...
THRICE welcome to thy sisters of the East,To the strong tillers of a rugged home,With spray-wet locks to Northern winds ...
Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines,As sweetly shall the loved one rest,As if beneath the whispering pinesAnd maple shadows of ...
"The cross, if rightly borne, shall beNo burden, but support to thee;"So, moved of old time for our sake,The holy ...
Not on Penobscot's wooded bank the spiresOf the sought City rose, nor yet besideThe winding Charles, nor where the daily ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine ...
"Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa'er din, Og gi'er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!" ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
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