The Hill-Top (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
A gold fringe on the purpling hemOf hills the river runs,As down its long, green valley fallsThe last of summer's ...
In the minister's morning sermonHe had told of the primal fall,And how thenceforth the wrath of GodRested on each and ...
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable ...
I shall not soon forget that sightThe glow of Autumn's westering day,A hazy warmth, a dreamy light,On Raphael's picture lay.It ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
Though flowers have perished at the touchOf Frost, the early comer,I hail the season loved so much,The good St. Martin's ...
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern BondageGone, gone, — sold and goneTo the rice-swamp dank ...
At morn I prayed, "I fain would seeHow Three are One, and One is Three;Read the dark riddle unto me."I ...
All day the darkness and the coldUpon my heart have lain,Like shadows on the winter sky,Like frost upon the pane;But ...
L. M. C.We sat together, last May-day, and talkedOf the dear friends who walkedBeside us, sharers of the hopes and ...
MEN of the North-land! where's the manly spiritOf the true-hearted and the unshackled gone?Sons of old freemen, do we but ...
THE cannon's brazen lips are cold;No red shell blazes down the air;And street and tower, and temple old,Are silent as ...
ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain,Woke in the night to the sound of rain,The rush of wind, the ramp and roarOf ...
The roll of drums and the bugle's wailingVex the air of our vales-no more;The spear is beaten to hooks of ...
Over the threshold of his pleasant homeSet in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,In simple trust, misdoubting not the end."Dear ...
BEARER of Freedom's holy light,Breaker of Slavery's chain and rod,The foe of all which pains the sight,Or wounds the generous ...
AN ALGONQUIN LEGEND.HAPPY young friends, sit by me,Under May's blown apple-tree,While these home-birds in and outThrough the blossoms flit about.Hear ...
In my dream, methought I trod,Yesternight, a mountain road;Narrow as Al Sirat's span,High as eagle's flight, it ran.Overhead, a roof ...
ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND.'T is said that in the Holy LandThe angels of the place have blessedThe pilgrim's ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,In graceful counterfeit of flower,These children of the meadows, bornOf sunshine and of showers!How ...
HURRAH! the seaward breezesSweep down the bay amain;Heave up, my lads, the anchor!Run up the sail again!Leave to the lubber ...
THE sky is ruddy in the east,The earth is gray below,And, spectral in the river-mist,The ship's white timbers show.Then let ...
GONE to thy Heavenly Father's rest!The flowers of Eden round thee blowing,And on thine ear the murmurs blestOf Siloa's waters ...
Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with theeOn the great waters of the unsounded sea,Momently listening with suspended oarFor the ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,Through cane-brake and forest, - the hunting of men?The lords of ...
MADDENED by Earth's wrong and evil,"Lord!" I cried in sudden ire,"From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,Shake the bolted fire!"Love ...
"O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare,—The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's queen might wear;And ...
Thou hast fallen in thine armor,Thou martyr of the LordWith thy last breath crying "Onward!"And thy hand upon the sword.The ...
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