Norembega (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
THE winding way the serpent takesThe mystic water took,From where, to count its beaded lakes,The forest sped its brook.A narrow ...
THE winding way the serpent takesThe mystic water took,From where, to count its beaded lakes,The forest sped its brook.A narrow ...
ITEMPESTWrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, ...
Strong pinions bore Safi, the dreamer, Through the dazzle and whirl of a race,And the earth, raying up in confusion, Like a ...
'MID the august and never-dying lightOf constellated spirits, who have gain'dA throne in heaven, by power of heavenly acts,And leave ...
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
Kwannon, the Japanese goddess of mercy, is represented with many hands, typifying generosity and kindness. In one of these hands she is supposedto hold an axe, wherewith she severs the threads of human lives. I am the ancient one, the many-handed, The merciful am I. Here where the black pine bends above the sea They bring their gifts to me — Spoil of the foreshore where the corals lie, Fishes of ivory, and amber stranded, And carven beads Green as the fretted fringes of the weeds. Age after age, I watch the long sails pass. Age after age, I see them come once more Home, as the grey-winged pigeon to the grass, The white crane to the shore. Goddess am I of heaven and this small town Above the beaches brown. And here the children bring me cakes, and flowers, And all the strange sea-creatures that they find, For "She," they say, "the Merciful, is ours, And she," they say, "is kind." Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning They bring to me alone, Shells that are veined like irises, and those Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose. Wherefore an hundredfold again returning I render them their own — Full-freighted nets that flash among the foam, Laughter and love, and gentle eyes at home, Cool of the night, and the soft air that swells My silver temple bells. Winds of the spring, the little flowers that shine Where the young barley slopes to meet the pine, Gold of the charlock, guerdon of the rain, I give to them again. Yet though the fishing boats return full-laden Out of the broad blue east, Under the brown roofs pain is their handmaiden, And mourning is their feast. Yea, though my many hands are raised to bless, I am not strong to give them happiness. Sorrow comes swiftly as the swallow flying, O, little lives, that are so quickly done! Peace is my raiment, mercy is my breath, I am the gentle one. When they are tired of sorrow and of sighing I give them death. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
THE sun is up, Great God, the sun is up,High o'er the eastern hill among white cloudsInsufferable! I thank Thee ...
You shall not be overboldWhen you deal with arctic cold,As late I found my lukewarm bloodChilled wading in the snow-choked ...
Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler, Death;Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay ...
HAIL , falling shades! hail, stillest ev'ning hour!Sacred to verse; and thou sublimest power,Imagination! thou, while slumber lightLays me to ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
WHEN hollow bursts the rushing winds,And heavy beats the show'r,This anxious, aching bosom findsNo comfort in its power.For ah, my ...
'T was eve; and Mount Conto Reflected in night The sunbeams that fled With the monarch of light; As great souls and noble Reflect evermore The ...
Will God indeed with fragments bear, Snatched late from the decaying year? Or can the Saviour's blood endear The dregs of a polluted ...
O! HOLY Mary, hear the blast!The elms 'twill overthrow,Where, hung in chains, a murderer's bonesAre tossing to and fro.The robber ...
'Whether, as the intensity of seeing increases, one's distance from Them, the people, does not also increase'I know, of course ...
When fell Oppression o'er the earthHer iron sceptre waved with fearful sway,To thee, dread power of War, the fiend gave ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,Walled round with rocks ...
Died at Hartford, August 4th, 1861; and his wife, Mrs. ELIZA STORRSTRUMBULL, the night after his funeral.Death's shafts fly thick, ...
Those women who their Christ and Lord Aided by gentle ministry, Have gained their race a rich reward, Treasured in sacred history. Joanna is ...
From the high terrace porch I watch the dawn.No light appears, though dark has mostly gone,Sunk from the cold and ...
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
I heeard a funny tale last neet,I couldn't howd frae laughin' ;'Twere at t' Bull's Head we chonced to meet,An' ...
Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to ...
He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),From her bright palm she fed her ...
"Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the cup, when it moveth ...
Ye careful Angels, whom eternal FateOrdains, on Earth and human Acts to wait;Who turn with secret Pow'r this restless Ball,And ...
Oh, think not that the polished breast, Only, can feel the fire of love,Pure as the flames that brightly rest In bosoms ...
XIBut when the angry king discovered notWhat guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hotAgainst the ...
The day is dead; and in the westThe slender crescent of the moon--Diana's crystal-kindled crest--Sinks hillward in a silvery swoon.What ...
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