At Port Royal (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on the sea;The night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee.At last ...
The tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on the sea;The night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee.At last ...
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowingUnder the sky's gray arch;Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowingIt ...
WITH COPIES OF THE AUTHOR'S WRITINGS.Friend of mine! whose lot was castWith me in the distant past;Where, like shadows flitting ...
I.The mercy, O Eternal One!By man unmeasured yet,In joy or grief, in shade or sun,I never will forget.I give the ...
THE storm and peril overpast,The hounding hatred shamed and still,Go, soul of freedom! take at lastThe place which thou alone ...
I.Our fathers' God! from out whose handThe centuries fall like grains of sand,We meet to-day, united, free,And loyal to our ...
KNOW'ST thou, O slave-cursed land!How, when the Chian's cup of guiltWas full to overflow, there cameGod's justice in the sword ...
I.Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands,The chorus of voices, the clasping of hands;Sing hymns that were sung ...
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the rootOf old oppression sink the Saxon steel.Thy work is to hew down. In ...
I.FRIENDof the Slave, and yet the friend of all;Lover of peace, yet ever foremost whenThe need of battling Freedom called ...
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shinesThrough yon columnar pines,And on the deepening shadows of the lawnIts golden lines are ...
Out and in the river is windingThe links of its long, red chain,Through belts of dusky pine-landAnd gusty leagues of ...
A picture memory brings to meI look across the years and seeMyself beside my mother's knee.I feel her gentle hand ...
The shadows round the inland seaAre deepening into night;Slow up the slopes of OssipeeThey chase the lessening light.Tired of the ...
Who, looking backward from his manhood's prime,Sees not the spectre of his misspent time?And, through the shadeOf funeral cypress planted ...
Last night, just as the tints of autumn's skyOf sunset faded from our hills and streams,I sat, vague listening, lapped ...
How sweetly come the holy psalmsFrom saints and martyrs down,The waving of triumphal palmsAbove the thorny crownThe choral praise, the ...
A SOUND of tumult troubles all the air,Like the low thunders of a sultry skyFar-rolling ere the downright lightnings glare;The ...
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,Our work is done, God knoweth how!As on the thronged, unrestful townThe patience of ...
BENEATH the low-hung night cloudThat raked her splintering mastThe good ship settled slowly,The cruel leak gained fast.Over the awful oceanHer ...
THE age is dull and mean. Men creep,Not walk; with blood too pale and tameTo pay the debt they owe ...
Type of two mighty continents!--combiningThe strength of Europe with the warmth and glowOf Asian song and prophecy,--the shiningOf Orient splendors ...
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 ...
I.NOT without envy Wealth at times must lookOn their brown strength who wield the reaping-hook."And scythe, or at the forge-fire ...
I SAID I stood upon thy grave,My Mother State, when last the moonOf blossoms clomb the skies of June.And, scattering ...
I.Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to actA history stranger than his written fact,Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloomOf ...
Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars,And nursed by winter gales,With petals of the sleeted spars,And leaves of frozen sails!What had ...
Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn,The black-lined silhouette of the woods was drawn,And on a wintry wasteOf ...
He has done the work of a true man-- Crown him, honor him, love him; Weep over him, tears of woman, Stoop, manliest ...
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