My Soul And I (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
And the Shaman said : "Lo, now we shall show no more miracles,nor the power of God that is in ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you strive; Alas! to make your luckless Mira thrive, For Tycho and Copernicus agree, No golden Planet bent its Rays on me. 'Tis twenty Winters, if it is no more; To speak the Truth it may be Twenty four. As many Springs their 'pointed Space have run, Since Mira's Eyes first open'd on the Sun. 'Twas when the Flocks on slabby Hillocks lie, And the cold Fishes rule the wat'ry Sky: But tho these Eyes the learned Page explore, And turn the pond'rous Volumes o'er and o'er, I find no Comfort from their Systems flow, But am dejected more as more I know. Hope shines a while, but like a Vapour flies, (The Fate of all the Curious and the Wise) For, Ah! cold Saturn triumph'd on that Day, And frowning Sol deny'd his golden Ray. You see I'm learned, and I shew't the more, That none may wonder when they find me poor. Yet Mira dreams, as slumbring Poets may, And rolls in Treasures till the breaking Day: While Books and Pictures in bright Order rise, And painted Parlours swim before her Eyes: Till the shrill Clock impertinently rings, And the soft Visions move their shining Wings: Then Mira wakes,— her Pictures are no more, And through her Fingers slides the vanish'd Ore. Convinc'd too soon, her Eye unwilling falls On the blue Curtains and the dusty Walls: She wakes, alas! to Business and to Woes, To sweep her Kitchen, and to mend her Clothes. But see pale Sickness with her languid Eyes, At whose Appearance all Delusion flies: The World recedes, its Vanities decline, Clorinda's Features seem as faint as mine! Gay Robes no more the aching Sight admires, Wit grates the Ear, and melting Music tires: Its wonted pleasures with each sense decay, Books please no more, and paintings fade away, The sliding Joys in misy Vapours end: Yet let me still, Ah! let me grasp a Friend: And when each Joy, when each lov'd Object flies, Be you the last that leaves my closing Eyes. But how will this dismantl'd Soul appear, When stripp'd of all it lately held so dear, Forc'd from its Prison of expiring Clay, Afraid and shiv'ring at the doubtful Way. Yet did these Eyes a dying Parent see, Loos'd from all Cares except a Thought for me, Without a Tear resign her short'ning Breath, And dauntless meet the ling'ring Stroke of Death. Then at th' Almighty's Sentence shall I mourn: "Of Dust thou art, to Dust shalt thou return." Or shall I wish to stretch the Line of Fate, That the dull Years may bear a longer Date, To share the Follies of succeeding Times With more Vexations and with deeper Crimes: Ah no — tho' Heav'n brings near the final Day, For such a Life I will not, dare not pray; But let the Tear for future Mercy flow, And fall resign'd beneath the mighty Blow. Nor I alone — for through the spacious Ball, With me will Numbers of all Ages fall: And the same Day that Mira yields her Breath, Thousands may enter through the Gates of Death. (Mary Leapor)
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
Bright must they be, for there are none that die,And none that weep, and none that say farewell.Mrs. Hemans.LEAVES may ...
O Lord, my God! who formedst me of nought!My Saviour, who from death his servant bought!O Holy Ghost! O Trinity ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:Brown bread as well as white must be for ...
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
"Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,There is not nothing, no, no, ...
O joy too great!—-O hour too blest!He comes—-they hail him—-now, more near,His eager courser's feet I hear.Oh heart! be hushed ...
EDINA'S cloud-cap'd hills and spires,With castle-rocks, and cannon's roar,These fortresses which guard your coast,Encompass'd by the sea-girt shore.Your public domes ...
1.A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!I know the secrets of the ...
FOR THE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY, 1816.When Spain's proud Genius saw Columbus braveThe Western Course of the Atlantic Wave;Saw his aspiring Mind, ...
Father, I have dreamed a dream,When the rosy morning hourPoured its light on field and stream,Kindling nature with its pow'r;--O'er ...
Let the bier move onward.—Let no tear be shed.The midnight watch is ended: The grim old year is dead.His life ...
PIZARRO lands with the Forces—His meeting with ATALIBA —Its un-happy consequences—ZORAI dies—ATALIBA imprisoned, and strangled—Despair of ALZIRA . Flush'd with impatient ...
A TALE.Where Snowdon's bleak summits their shadows throw wide,Once the castle of Modred arose;Frowning dark as the mountain that towered ...
I'm a grandchild of the Gods Who on th' Amstel have abodes; Whence their orders forth are sent Swift for ...
1Those were our freedoms, and we come to this: The climbing road that lures the climbing feet Is lost: there lies no ...
XXXIThus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,She could not alter his well-settled thought;O miracle! O strife of ...
A Deep and bottomless abyss,My drear and dismal dungeon is,And all its walls are rais'd so high,That none can o'er ...
TECHNIQUE Could but this be broughtInto your ken,-that the technique is thought!Escape from "Style," the notion men can useWords without thoughts,-so ...
LIKE fairy groupes beneath the forest shade,With moonlight faintly scatter'd o'er the scene,In long perspective stretching to the view,The shadowy ...
PART I.A small dell, open on one side to the surrounding country. An altar-mound of green turf. Adam and Eve ...
'At last he is dead'So the wondering, horror-struck neighbours said, A skilful touch of his knife Has cut the thread of a ...
Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the sonOf him who, favoured of Jehovah, sawAt midnight, when the skies were flushed with ...
Come, pensive sage, who lovest to dwellIn some retired Lapponian cell,Where, far from noise and riot rude,Besides sequester'd solitude.Come, and ...
ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were fallingWhen the ranger's horn was callingThrough the woods to Canada.Gone the winter's sleet and snowing,Gone the spring-time's ...
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