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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1 | 164 | 0 | Browse | Search |
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2 | 164 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) | 20 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: April 6, 1861., [Electronic resource] | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories | 15 | 1 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: July 4, 1864., [Electronic resource] | 13 | 11 | Browse | Search |
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: July 13, 1863., [Electronic resource] | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 13. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) | 11 | 3 | Browse | Search |
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) | 11 | 9 | Browse | Search |
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Browsing named entities in Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Afternoon landscape: poems and translations. You can also browse the collection for White or search for White in all documents.
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December. The evening sky unseals its quiet fountain, Hushing the silence to a drowsy rain; It spreads a web of dimness o'er the plain And round each meadow tree; Makes this steep river-bank a dizzy mountain, And this wide stream a sea. Stealing from upper headlands of deep mist, The dark tide bears its icebergs ocean bound, White shapeless voyagers, by each other kissed, With rustling, ghostly sound; The lingering oak-leaves sigh, the birches shiver, Watching the wrecks of summer far and near, Where many a dew-drop, frozen on its bier, Drifts down the dusky river.
I know thee not, thou giant elm, who towerest With shadowy branches in the murky air; And this familiar grove, once light and fair, Frowns, an Enchanted Forest.
Couldst thou not choose some other night to moan, O hollow-hooting owl? There needs no spell from thy bewildered soul; I'm ghost enough alone.