All Poems
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From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
Forgiveness
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
From Two Quatrains About A Pond, Poem II
© Bai Juyi
A little boy bamboo-poled a little boat,
sneaking back after stealing white lotus seeds,
but didn't know how to cover his tracks.
Floating duckweed shows his path.
Flowers in Winter
© John Greenleaf Whittier
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!
To Ireland In The Coming Times
© William Butler Yeats
I know, that I would accounted be
True brother of a company
Disarmament
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more
Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar,
O'er fields of corn by fiery sickles reaped
And left dry ashes; over trenches heaped
The Death Knell Is Ringing
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The death knell is ringing
The raven is singing
The earth worm is creeping
The mourners are weeping
Ding dong, bell--
By Their Works
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Call him not heretic whose works attest
His faith in goodness by no creed confessed.
Whatever in love's name is truly done
To free the bound and lift the fallen one
Burning Drift-Wood
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
And see, with every waif I burn,
Old dreams and fancies coloring it,
And folly's unlaid ghosts return.
Smoke Off
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
In the laid back California town of sunny San Raphael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly knew her well
Barclay Of Ury
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
Rode the Laird of Ury;
Close behind him, close beside,
Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,
Pressed the mob in fury.
The Bridge
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
This bridge will only take you halfway there
To those mysterious lands you long to see:
Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fairs
And moonlit woods where unicorns run free.
Barbara Frietchie
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,Fair as the garden of the Lord
The Beggars
© Sylvia Plath
Nightfall, cold eyeneither disheartens
These goatish tragedians who
Hawk misfortune like figs and chickens
An Autograph
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I write my name as one,
On sands by waves o'errun
Or winter's frosted pane,
Traces a record vain.
Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court
© Sir Philip Sidney
Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face,
Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture,
Hath his front built of alabaster pure;
Gold in the covering of that stately place.
A Word for the Hour
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse
Light after light goes out. One evil star,
Luridly glaring through the smoke of war,
As in the dream of the Apocalypse,
Forbidden Fruit
© Michael Lally
all the forbidden fruit I ever
dreamt of--or was taught to
resist and fear--ripens and
blossoms under the palms of my
