The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... voice in the cloud , The horn of Fabyan sounding ; and atop Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains Piled to the northward , shagged with wood , and thick As meadow mole hills - the far sea of Casco , A white gleam on the horizon of ...
... voice in the cloud , The horn of Fabyan sounding ; and atop Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains Piled to the northward , shagged with wood , and thick As meadow mole hills - the far sea of Casco , A white gleam on the horizon of ...
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... voice , recited many a page Of poetry - the holiest , tenderest lines Of the sad bard of Olney - the sweet songs , Simple and beautiful as Truth and Nature , Of him whose whitened locks on Rydal Mount Are lifted yet by morning breezes ...
... voice , recited many a page Of poetry - the holiest , tenderest lines Of the sad bard of Olney - the sweet songs , Simple and beautiful as Truth and Nature , Of him whose whitened locks on Rydal Mount Are lifted yet by morning breezes ...
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... voices still are heard in the Romance Of silver - tongued Boccaccio , on the banks Of Arno , with soft tales of love beguiling The ear of languid beauty , plague - exiled From stately Florence , we rehearsed our rhymes To their fair ...
... voices still are heard in the Romance Of silver - tongued Boccaccio , on the banks Of Arno , with soft tales of love beguiling The ear of languid beauty , plague - exiled From stately Florence , we rehearsed our rhymes To their fair ...
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... voice of waters , of bird and of breezə , The dip of the wild - fowl , the rustling of trees ! II . THE BASHABA.2 LIFT We the twilight curtains of the Past , And turning from familiar sight and sound Sadly and full of reverence let us ...
... voice of waters , of bird and of breezə , The dip of the wild - fowl , the rustling of trees ! II . THE BASHABA.2 LIFT We the twilight curtains of the Past , And turning from familiar sight and sound Sadly and full of reverence let us ...
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... voice and low The river crept , by one vast bridge o'ercrossed , Built by the hoar - locked artisan of Frost . And many a Moon in beauty newly born Pierced the red sunset with her silver horn , Or , from the east across her azure field ...
... voice and low The river crept , by one vast bridge o'ercrossed , Built by the hoar - locked artisan of Frost . And many a Moon in beauty newly born Pierced the red sunset with her silver horn , Or , from the east across her azure field ...
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Page 265 - There's quiet in that Angel's glance, There's rest in his still countenance ! He mocks no grief with idle cheer, Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear ; But ills and woes he may not cure He kindly trains us to endure. Angel of Patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling...
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Page 349 - Her home is brave in Jaffrey Street, With stately stairways worn By feet of old Colonial knights And ladies gentle-born. Still green about its ample porch The English ivy twines, Trained back to show in English oak The herald's carven signs. And on her, from the wainscot old, Ancestral faces frown, — •And this has worn the soldier's sword, And that the judge's gown.
Page 253 - And the lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls Which veiled her brow as she bent to view his silks and glittering pearls ; And she placed their price in the old man's hand, and lightly turned away, But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call, • — "My gentle lady, stay!
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Page 134 - I love thee with a brother's love, I feel my pulses thrill To mark thy spirit soar above The cloud of human ill. My heart hath leaped to answer thine, And echo back thy words, As leaps the warrior's at the shine And flash of kindred swords...