Naples (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love ...
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love ...
When Twilight her soft robe of shadow spreads down. And hushed is the roar and the din,When Evening is cooling the ...
Shall that old chamber be forgot,Where first the light divineShone on our infant Sunday School,So pleasant, but lang syne?'T was ...
We have opened the door,Once, twice, thrice!We have swept the floor,We have boiled the rice.Come hither, come hither!Come from the ...
On a log behind the pigsty of a modest little farm,Sits a freckled youth and lanky, red of hair and ...
On the Early Death of her only Son."We weep with those who weep:" I sympathiseWith thee, oh mother! with the ...
Come, little babe; come, silly soul,Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,Born, as I doubt, to all our doleAnd to thyself ...
Born in a day, full-grown, our Nation stood, The pearly light of heaven was on her face;Life's early joy was coursing ...
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:The northern clime beneath her genial ray,Dartmouth, congratulates ...
Of all the ill-fatedBoys ever createdYoung Jack was the wretchedest lad:An emphatic, erratic,Dogmatic fanaticWas foisted upon him as dad!From the ...
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grassHe turned them into the river-lane;One after another he let them pass,Then fastened the ...
A waxing moon that, crescent yet,In all its silver beauty set,And rose no more in the lonesome nightTo shed full-orbed ...
Wagons rattling and banging,horses neighing and snorting,conscripts marching, each with bow and arrows at his hip,fathers and mothers, wives and ...
'T was Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,When woods and fields put off all sadness.Thus began the King and spake:"So from ...
YE angels, and ye human sons of care!Ye heav'ns and earth, and all that in them are,Praise ye the Lord ...
There in the garden of pleasure she lies,My fond Aphrodite, and weepsFor the lover who fled from the light of ...
In a vineyard where grape-laden boughs To the trellised wall heavily cling,Where the voice of the turtle is heard, And the song ...
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,When woods and fields put off all sadness,Thus began the King and spake:So from the ...
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
CHORUS.Like the oak of the vale was thy strength and thy height,Thy foot, like the erne of the mountain in ...
Once the nation's chief was honored by the company of one,Who to lift a fallen people had a work of ...
Think'st thou it makes thy Reputation faire,if by thy muddy tongue thou canst impaireAn other mans? looke how a murtherer ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where ...
There was a Boy whose name was Jim;His Friends were very good to him.They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and ...
To the Memory of Mr. George Lang, Who Died in Sydney, 18thJanuary, 1825.On Board the Medway, in the British Channel.AND ...
O storied vale of MerrimacRejoice through all thy shade and shine,And from his century's sleep call backA brave and honored ...
I.With six defeats half mad, The hunted Bruce in his lairAt Rachrin's Isle, all sullen and sad, Lion-like brooded there:"And must I ...
The gloomy night has cast a shroud Upon the dwelling-place of men;Hushed are the voices of the crowd, And silence reigns o'er ...
Children become, while little, our delights!When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.Their sinful nature prompts them to rebel,And to ...
Oh the snow,--the bright fleecy snow!Isn't it grand when the north breezes blow?Isn't it bracing the ice to skim o'er,With ...
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