The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier ...Ticknor and Fields, 1867 |
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... play Their leaf - harps in the sombre tree ; And through the bleak and wintry day It keeps its steady green alway , — So , even my after - thoughts may have a charm for thee . Art's perfect forms no moral need , And beauty is its own ...
... play Their leaf - harps in the sombre tree ; And through the bleak and wintry day It keeps its steady green alway , — So , even my after - thoughts may have a charm for thee . Art's perfect forms no moral need , And beauty is its own ...
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... play the Drover still , And speed the long night faster . Then let us on , through shower and sun , And heat and cold , be driving ; There's life alone in duty done , And rest alone in striving . THE FISHERMEN . HURRAH ! the seaward ...
... play the Drover still , And speed the long night faster . Then let us on , through shower and sun , And heat and cold , be driving ; There's life alone in duty done , And rest alone in striving . THE FISHERMEN . HURRAH ! the seaward ...
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... played . Urged by the good host's daughter , a maiden young and fair , Lifting to light her sweet blue eyes and pride of soft brown hair , The master of the village school , sleek of hair and smooth of tongue , To the quaint tune of ...
... played . Urged by the good host's daughter , a maiden young and fair , Lifting to light her sweet blue eyes and pride of soft brown hair , The master of the village school , sleek of hair and smooth of tongue , To the quaint tune of ...
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... played . We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain , Beneath the sun of May , And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away . All through the long , bright days of June , Its leaves grew green and fair , And waved in hot ...
... played . We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain , Beneath the sun of May , And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away . All through the long , bright days of June , Its leaves grew green and fair , And waved in hot ...
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... their blackened spires . Up , my comrades ! up and doing | Manhood's rugged play Still renewing , bravely hewing Through the world our way 426 MISCELLANEOUS . MISCELLANEOUS . THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA . 24 SONGS OF LABOR .
... their blackened spires . Up , my comrades ! up and doing | Manhood's rugged play Still renewing , bravely hewing Through the world our way 426 MISCELLANEOUS . MISCELLANEOUS . THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA . 24 SONGS OF LABOR .
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Page 320 - Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " Sweetly alonp the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
Page 232 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Page 260 - ... mused beside the well Till the rain on the unraked clover fell. He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow, He watched a picture come and go; And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes Looked out in their innocent surprise. Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain,...
Page 259 - And saw Maud Muller standing still. " A form more fair, a face more sweet, Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. " And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair. " Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay; " No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Page 230 - 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 brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 119 - Through the harsh noises of our day A low, sweet prelude finds its way ; Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear, A light is breaking, calm and clear. That song of Love, now low and far, Ere long shall swell from star to star! That light, the breaking day, which tips The golden-spired Apocalypse...
Page 41 - doing good ; " So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. Then shall all shackles fall ; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace ! THE DEMON OP THE STUDY.
Page 118 - And, step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man : " That all of good the past hath had Remains to make our own time glad,— Our common daily life divine, And every land a Palestine.
Page 258 - For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
Page 79 - Like eyes that look through tears. Alone unto our Father's will One thought hath reconciled ; That He whose love exceedeth ours Hath taken home his child. Fold her, O Father ! in thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and thee. Still let her mild rebuking stand Between us and the wrong, And her dear memory serve to make Our faith in Goodness strong. And grant that she who, trembling, here Distrusted all her powers, May welcome to her holier home The well-beloved...