John Greenleaf Whittier

O LONELY bay of Trinity,
O dreary shores, give ear!
Lean down unto the white-lipped sea
The voice of God to hear!From world to world his couriers fly,…

Beside a stricken field I stood;
On the torn turf, on grass and wood,
Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their fresh mounds lay the slain,
But all the air was quick with pain…

The flags of war like storm birds fly,
The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,
No earthquake strives below.

She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
With a music as sweet as the music which
Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams!

Here is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still,
And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook.

On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap;
The wind that through the pine-trees
The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung;

The birds against the April wind
Flew northward, singing as they flew;
They sang, "The land we leave behind
Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew." "O wild-birds, flying from the South

An incident of the Sepoy
Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,

He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted fields And the brown hill's withered brow.
He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees Where their pleasant green…

THE Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,
And eats his meat and drinks his ale,
And beats the maid with her unused broom,
And the lazy lout with his idle flail;…

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…

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore!
The glory from his gray hairs gone
Forevermore!

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Из книг Апулея осел золотой,
Календаря конь весь из бронзы литой,…

Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never ebbing sea!

The autumn-time has come;
On woods that dream of bloom,
And over purpling vines,
The low sun fainter shines.  The aster-flower is failing

“BUILD at Kallundborg by the sea
A church as stately as church may be,
And there shalt thou wed my daughter fair,”
Said the Lord of Nesvek to Esbern Snare.And the Baron laughed. But Esbern said,…

I write my name as one,
On sands by waves o’errun
Or winter’s frosted pane,
Traces a record vain.Oblivion’s blankness claims…

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Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn…