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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Poems (search)
song; Too late the tardy meed we bring, The praise delayed so long. Too late, alas! Of all who knew The living man, to-day Before his unveiled face, how few Make bare their locks of gray! Our lips of praise must soon be dumb, Our grateful eyes be dim; O brothers of the days to come, Take tender charge of him! New hands the wires of song may sweep, New voices challenge fame; But let no moss of years o'ercreep The lines of Halleck's name. 1877. William Francis Bartlett. Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn Beside her sea-blown shore; Her well beloved, her noblest born, Is hers in life no more! No lapse of years can render less Her memory's sacred claim; No fountain of forgetfulness Can wet the lips of Fame. A grief alike to wound and heal, A thought to soothe and pain, The sad, sweet pride that mothers feel To her must still remain. Good men and true she has not lacked, And brave men yet shall be; The perfect flower, the crowning fact, Of all her years was he! As Galahad pure,
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Occasional Poems (search)
ver; Tears are wiped, and fetters fall, And the Lord is all in all. Weep no more for happy Eva, Wrong and sin no more shall grieve her; Care and pain and weariness Lost in love so measureless. Gentle Eva, loving Eva, Child confessor, true believer, Listener at the Master's knee, ‘Suffer such to come to me.’ Oh, for faith like thine, sweet Eva, Lighting all the solemn river, And the blessings of the poor Wafting to the heavenly shore! 1852. A lay of old time. Written for the Essex County Agricultural Fair, and sung at the banquet at Newburyport, October 2, 1856. 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, blushing in her fig-leaf suit For the chaste garb of old; He, sighing o'er his bitter fruit For Eden's drupes of gold. Behind them, smiling in the morn, Their forfeit garden lay, Before them, wild with rock and thorn, The desert stretched away. They heard the air above them fanned, A light s<
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of first lines (search)
e rides since the birth of time, i. 175. Of rights and of wrongs, IV. 406. O friends! with whom my feet have trod, II. 267. Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill, II. 294. Oh for a knight like Bayard, IV. 80. Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, II. 107. Oh, none in all the world before, III. 238. O Holy Father! just and true, III. 54. Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come, III. 231. Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing, IV. 110. Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn, IV. 138. O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare, i. 17. Old friend, kind friend! lightly down, IV. 73. Olor Iscanus queries: Why should we, III. 216. O lonely bay of Trinity, IV. 269. O Mother Earth! upon thy lap, III. 131. O Mother State! the winds of March, IV. 127. Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath, III. 241. Once more, O all-adjusting Death, IV. 155. Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil, II. 55. Once more on yo