The Exiles. 1660 (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
Speak not a word of wild, blaspheming grief!Be proud, be brave, though fallen in the strife,And gaze, oh poet, with ...
Bodies, again,Are partly primal germs of things, and partlyUnions deriving from the primal germs.And those which are the primal germs ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Bodies, again,Are partly primal germs of things, and partlyUnions deriving from the primal germs.And those which are the primal germs ...
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
There's a rather indistinct human anxiety all around in the day's light:on streets, in alleys, on tram line tracks and ...
IGREEN, watery jets of light let throughThe rippling foliage drenched with dew;And golden glimmers, warm and dim,That in the vistaed ...
In those days the Evil Spirits,All the Manitos of mischief,Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,And his love for Chibiabos,Jealous of their faithful friendship,And ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of theGambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
From that lone lake the sweetest of the chainThat links the mountain to the mighty main,Fresh from the rock and ...
WHAT time the Norman ruled in SicilyAt that mild season when the vernal sea,O'erflitted by the zephyrs frolic wing,Dances and ...
I.Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,Or think that ill for ill should be repaid,Who barter wrong for ...
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"People show him different ...
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,How oft is buckled spur to heel,How many a steed in short relayStands harnessed ...
Ye, who by the couches of languishing ones, Have watched through the rising and setting of suns,-- Who, silent, behind the close ...
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
O my heart, my heart is sick awishing and awaiting:The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his ...
Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;His healthful spirit eager and awakeTo feel the beauty of a silent eve,Which seem'd ...
(1571.)The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three;“Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull ...
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
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