A Home Idyl (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
I.OVER the valley the storm-clouds blow,Dark and low;The wild air whitens with flying snow.Through the timber two lovers ride,Side by ...
I.OVER the valley the storm-clouds blow,Dark and low;The wild air whitens with flying snow.Through the timber two lovers ride,Side by ...
ON READING A FAMILY HISTORY.OPEN lies the book before me: in a realm obscure as dreamsI can trace the pale ...
IN sunlight slept the gilded cliff,The ocean beat below,The gray gulls flapped along the wave,The seas broke, huge and slow.The ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
SELL old Robin, do you say? Well, I reckon not today!I have let you have your way with the land,With ...
FROM the house of desolation,From the doors of lamentation,I went forth into the midnight and the vistas of the moon;Where ...
WE are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger 's my dog.-Come here, you scamp!Jump for the gentlemen,-mind your eye! Over the table,-look ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
HER triumphs are over, the crownHas passed from her brow;And she smiles, "To whom now does the townMy poor laurels ...
CAPE ARUNDEL, KENNEBUNKPORT, MAINE.JUST back from a beach of sand and shells,And shingle the tides leave oozy and dank,Summer and ...
In little Gram Court lives old man Gram,The patriarch of the place;Where often you'll see his face,Eager and greedy, peering ...
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
'T IS Pleasant, indeed,As the letters readOn the guideboard at the crossing.Over the streetThe branches meet,Gently swaying and tossing.Through its ...
WRITTEN FOR J. G. WHITTIER'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY."I was once a barefoot boy."- J. G. WHITTIER.ON Haverhill's pleasant hills there played,Some ...
SWIFT cloud, swift light, now dark, now bright, across the landscape played;And, spotted as a leopard's side in chasing sun ...
PLUMED ranks of tall wild-cherryAnd birch surroundThe half-hid, solitaryOld burying-ground.All the low wall is crumbledAnd overgrown,And in the turf lies ...
MY boy, do you know the boy I love?I fancy I see him now;His forehead bare in the sweet spring ...
TO Nature, in her shop one day, at work compounding simples,Studying fresh tints for Beauty's cheeks, or new effects in ...
Around this lovely valley riseThe purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on yon banks of haze,Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed ...
The speckled sky is dim with snow,The light flakes falter and fall slow;Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,Silently drops a ...
CIRCUMSTANCE.STALKING before the lords of life, one came,A Titan shape! But often he will crawl,Their most subservient, helpful, humble thrall;Swift ...
PROVIDENCE.WEARY with pondering many a weighty theme,I slept; and in the realm of vision sawA mighty Angel reverently updrawThe cords ...
NATIVITY.THISTLE and serpent we exterminate,Yet blame them not; and righteously abhorThe crimes of men with all their kind at war,Whom ...
Heroic soul, in homely garb half hid, Sincere, sagacious, melancholy, quaint; What he endured, no less than what he did, Has reared his ...
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