The New Wife and the Old (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!A relic to the present cast,Left on the ever-changing strandOf shifting and unstable sand,Which ...
I made a journey o'er the sea,I bade my faithful dog good-bye,I knew that he would grieve for me,But did ...
"My limbs wax strong, my thoughts expand," Said Christopher of old,As he lay musing 'mid the hills, His flock within the fold,-"I ...
I am a little world made cunningly.Donne.COME, let me sound thy depths, unquiet seaOf thought and passion; let thy wild ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
Of their great names I may record but few; He who beholds the Ocean white with sails And copies each confuses all ...
Our _Donne_ is dead; England should mourne, may say We had a man where language chose to stay And shew her gracefull ...
High travelling winds by royal hill Their awful anthem sing,And songs exalted flow and fill The caverns of the spring.To-night across a ...
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fellOn the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell,Where a captive sought a brief reposeFrom ...
As I sit beside my little study window, looking downFrom the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town(Attic front, ...
ADDRESSEDTO MY NEPHEWATHANASE C. L. COQUEREL,ON HIS WEDDING DAY, 1819.CHILD of my heart! while others hailThis festive morn, when joys ...
So, this is all, - the utmost reachOf priestly power the mind to fetter!When laymen think, when women preach,A war ...
I reached the cottage. I knew it from the cardHe had given me--the low door heavily barred,Steep roof, and two ...
Tho' Rhyme serves the Thoughts of great Poets to fetter,It sets off the Sense of small Poets the better.When I've ...
I love chocolate cake.And when I was a boyI loved it even more.Sometimes we used to have it for teaand ...
YES! the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast,And the thought comes strangely o'er me, who will live ...
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
Here may the band, that now in triumph shines,And that (before they were invested thus)In earthly bodies carried heavenly minds,Pitched ...
Oh, what a blessed interval A rainy day may be! No lightning flash nor tempest roar, But one incessant, steady pour Of dripping melody; When ...
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
THE EYE. Some eyes are trained to scan large field Till instantaneous glance may yield A knowledge full and plenty; While others keep a ...
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:When the sorrows of life the ...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
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