John Greenleaf Whittier

"Gallery of sacred pictures manifold,     A minster rich in holy effigies,     And bearing on entablature and frieze     The hieroglyphic oracle"

"Through the long hall the shuttered windows shed     A dubious light on every upturned head;     On locks like those of Absalom the fair,     O"

"At the unveiling of his statue.     Among their graven shapes to whom     Thy civic wreaths belong,     O city of his love, make room     F"

"Thrice welcome from the Land of Flowers     And golden-fruited orange bowers     To this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!     To her who, in o"

"Harriet Beecher Stowe's Letters from Italy.     The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread,     Flaming out in their violet, yello"

"Statesman, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent     Mingles, reluctant, with my large content,     I cannot censure what was nobly meant.     But,"

"O river winding to the sea!     We call the old time back to thee;     From forest paths and water-ways     The century-woven veil we raise."

""With a cold and wintry noon-light.     On its roofs and steeples shed,     Shadows weaving with t e sunlight     From the gray sky overhead,"

"The great work laid upon his twoscore years     Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,     Who loved him as few men were ever loved,"

"A tender child of summers three,     Seeking her little bed at night,     Paused on the dark stair timidly.     "Oh, mother! Take my hand," sai"

"I.     Our fathers' God! from out whose hand     The centuries fall like grains of sand,     We meet to-day, united, free,     And loyal to our l"

"John Pierpont, the eloquent preacher and poet of Boston.     Not as a poor requital of the joy     With which my childhood heard that lay of t"

""A noteless stream, the Birchbrook runs     Beneath its leaning trees;     That low, soft ripple is its own,     That dull roar is the sea's."

"From pain and peril, by land and main,     The shipwrecked sailor came back again;     And like one from the dead, the threshold cross'd     O"

"Immortal Love, forever full,     Forever flowing free,     Forever shared, forever whole,     A never-ebbing sea!     Our outward lips confes"

"From gold to gray     Our mild sweet day     Of Indian Summer fades too soon;     But tenderly     Above the sea     Hangs, white and calm, t"

"O Dearly loved!     And worthy of our love! No more     Thy aged form shall rise before     The bushed and waiting worshiper,     In meek obed"

"The sky is ruddy in the east,     The earth is gray below,     And, spectral in the river-mist,     The ships white timbers show.     Then le"

"Robert Rawlin! Frosts were falling     When the ranger's horn was calling     Through the woods to Canada.     Gone the winter's sleet and sno"

"The sword was sheathed: in April's sun     Lay green the fields by Freedom won;     And severed sections, weary of debates,     Joined hands at"

"We cross the prairie as of old     The pilgrims crossed the sea,     To make the West, as they the East,     The homestead of the free!     W"

"I.     Through the streets of Marblehead     Fast the red-winged terror sped;     Blasting, withering, on it came,     With its hundred tongues"

"Talk not of sad November, when a day     Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,     And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,     Sti"

"Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one     Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be     Your favoring trad-wind and consenting sea."

"No bird-song floated down the hill,     The tangled bank below was still;     No rustle from the birchen stem,     No ripple from the waters"

"Climbing a path which leads back never more     We heard behind his footsteps and his cheer;     Now, face to face, we greet him standing here"

"The burly driver at my side,     We slowly climbed the hill,     Whose summit, in the hot noontide,     Seemed rising, rising still.     At la"

"Against the sunset's glowing wall     The city towers rise black and tall,     Where Zorah, on its rocky height,     Stands like an armed man i"

"Welcome home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,     And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;     With that fro"

"I.     Friend of the Slave, and yet the friend of all;     Lover of peace, yet ever foremost when     The need of battling Freedom called for men"

"Just God! and these are they     Who minister at thine altar, God of Right!     Men who their hands with prayer and blessing lay     On Israel'"

"An Algonquin legend.     Happy young friends, sit by me,     Under May's blown apple-tree,     While these home-birds in and out     Through"

"The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,     Their song was soft and low;     The blossoms in the sweet May wind     Were falling like the snow."

"Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath     A clouded sky     Not yet the sword has found its sheath,     And on the sweet spring airs the br"

"Gift from the cold and silent Past!     A relic to the present cast,     Left on the ever-changing strand     Of shifting and unstable sand,"

"FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- Or bringing from the meadows, At set"

"Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, -- sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-"

"Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heather,"

"To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits"

""Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa'er din, Og gi'er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!" Zealand Rhyme. "BUILD at Kallundborg"

"In the minister's morning sermon     He had told of the primal fall,     And how thenceforth the wrath of God     Rested on each and all."

"Greystone, Aug. 4, 1886.     Once more, O all-adjusting Death!     The nation's Pantheon opens wide;     Once more a common sorrow saith"

"I.     "Encore un hymne, O ma lyre     Un hymn pour le Seigneur,     Un hymne dans mon delire,     Un hymne dans mon bonheur."     One hymn mo"

"Ere down yon blue Carpathian hills     The sun shall sink again,     Farewell to life and all its ills,     Farewell to cell and chain!     T"

"Lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield,     Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered field.     Son"

"With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,     The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable now.     And, sweet as has"

"Still linger in our noon of time     And on our Saxon tongue     The echoes of the home-born hymns     The Aryan mothers sung.     And childh"

"Thine is a grief, the depth of which another     May never know;     Yet, o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!     To thee I go.     I lea"

"Between the gates of birth and death     An old and saintly pilgrim passed,     With look of one who witnesseth     The long-sought goal at las"

"Immortal love, forever full,     Forever flowing free,     Forever shared, forever whole,     A never ebbing sea!     Our outward lips confes"

"What flecks the outer gray beyond     The sundown's golden trail?     The white flash of a sea-bird's wing,     Or gleam of slanting sail?"

"God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above:     The tenderest one was Pity, the dearest one was Love.     "Arise," He said, "my ang"

""Great peace in Europe! Order reigns     From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!"     So say her kings and priests; so say     The lying prophet"

"To kneel before some saintly shrine,     To breathe the health of airs divine,     Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,     The cowled and turban"

"I said I stood upon thy grave,     My Mother State, when last the moon     Of blossoms clomb the skies of June.     And, scattering ashes on my"

"One morning of the first sad Fall,     Poor Adam and his bride     Sat in the shade of Eden's wall,     But on the outer side.     She, blush"

"So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn     Which once he wore!     The glory from his gray hairs gone     Forevermore!     Revile him not, t"

"Across the frozen marshes     The winds of autumn blow,     And the fen-lands of the Wetter     Are white with early snow.     But where the l"

"On these green banks, where falls too soon     The shade of Autumn's afternoon,     The south wind blowing soft and sweet,     The water glidin"

"Maddened by Earth's wrong and evil,     "Lord!" I cried in sudden ire,     "From Thy right hand, clothed with thunder,     Shake the bolted fir"