The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJames R. Osgood, 1871 - 430 pages |
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... beneath him the Saco its work is doing , Hurrying down to its grave , the sea , And slow through the rock its path- way hewing ! Far down , through the mist of the fall- ing river , Which rises up like an incense ever , The splintered ...
... beneath him the Saco its work is doing , Hurrying down to its grave , the sea , And slow through the rock its path- way hewing ! Far down , through the mist of the fall- ing river , Which rises up like an incense ever , The splintered ...
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... beneath its chain . " Is the Sachem angry , - angry with Ruth , Because she cries with an ache in her tooth , 10 Which would make a Sagamore jump and cry , And look about with a woman's eye ? No , Ruth will sit in the Sachem's door And ...
... beneath its chain . " Is the Sachem angry , - angry with Ruth , Because she cries with an ache in her tooth , 10 Which would make a Sagamore jump and cry , And look about with a woman's eye ? No , Ruth will sit in the Sachem's door And ...
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... beneath , In the red fire - light : " Mogg must die ! Give me the knife ! " - The outlaw turns , Shuddering in heart and limb , away , - But , fitfully there , the hearth - fire burns , And he sees on the wall strange shad- ows play . A ...
... beneath , In the red fire - light : " Mogg must die ! Give me the knife ! " - The outlaw turns , Shuddering in heart and limb , away , - But , fitfully there , the hearth - fire burns , And he sees on the wall strange shad- ows play . A ...
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... beneath him lies unrolled , Bathed deep in morning's flood of gold , A vision gorgeous as the dream Of the beatified may seem , When , as his Church's legends say , Borne upward in ecstatic bliss , The rapt enthusiast soars away Unto a ...
... beneath him lies unrolled , Bathed deep in morning's flood of gold , A vision gorgeous as the dream Of the beatified may seem , When , as his Church's legends say , Borne upward in ecstatic bliss , The rapt enthusiast soars away Unto a ...
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... Beneath its holy smile ; For half I fancy I can see My mother's sainted look in thee . " My dear lost mother ! sad and pale , Mournfully sinking day by day , And with a hold on life as frail As frosted leaves , that , thin and gray ...
... Beneath its holy smile ; For half I fancy I can see My mother's sainted look in thee . " My dear lost mother ! sad and pale , Mournfully sinking day by day , And with a hold on life as frail As frosted leaves , that , thin and gray ...
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Page 377 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 322 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town.
Page 322 - In her attic, window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Page 326 - Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of freedom and union, wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law ; And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below in Frederick town ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CAUSE OF THE SOUTH.
Page 345 - We shared the fishing off Boar's Head, And round the rocky Isles of Shoals The hake-broil on the drift-wood coals ; The chowder on the sand-beach made, Dipped by the hungry, steaming hot, With spoons of clam-shell from the pot. We heard the tales of witchcraft old, And dream and sign and marvel told To sleepy listeners as they lay Stretched idly on the salted hay, Adrift along the winding shores, When favoring breezes deigned to blow The square sail of the gundelow And idle lay the useless oars.
Page 229 - Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the door-stone, gray and rude! O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Page 278 - O playmate in the golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago.
Page 326 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 72 - Gone, gone,—sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters,— Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Page 240 - ... for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...