The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Issue 640Macmillan and Company, 1874 - 481 pages |
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... gold inlaid , And magic words on its polished blade , ' T was the gift of Castine2 to Mogg Me- gone , For a scalp or twain from the Yengees torn : His gun was the gift of the Tarrantine , And Modocawando's wives had strung The brass and ...
... gold inlaid , And magic words on its polished blade , ' T was the gift of Castine2 to Mogg Me- gone , For a scalp or twain from the Yengees torn : His gun was the gift of the Tarrantine , And Modocawando's wives had strung The brass and ...
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... 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 brighter world than this : A mortal's glimpse beyond the pale ...
... 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 brighter world than this : A mortal's glimpse beyond the pale ...
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... gold ! Take home the poor Spirit whose jour- ney is o'er , Mat wonck kunna - monee ! -We see her no more ! So sang the Children of the Leaves beside The broad , dark river's coldly - flowing tide , Now low , now harsh , with sob - like ...
... gold ! Take home the poor Spirit whose jour- ney is o'er , Mat wonck kunna - monee ! -We see her no more ! So sang the Children of the Leaves beside The broad , dark river's coldly - flowing tide , Now low , now harsh , with sob - like ...
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... gold , And following down its wavy line , Its sparkling waters blend with thine . There's not a tree upon thy side , Nor rock , which thy returning tide As yet hath left abrupt and stark Above thy evening water - mark ; No calm cove ...
... gold , And following down its wavy line , Its sparkling waters blend with thine . There's not a tree upon thy side , Nor rock , which thy returning tide As yet hath left abrupt and stark Above thy evening water - mark ; No calm cove ...
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... gold , From keel - piece up to deck - plank , the roomage of her hold , By the living God who made me ! I would sooner in your bay Sínk ship and crew and cargo , than bear this child away ! " " Well answered , worthy captain , shame on ...
... gold , From keel - piece up to deck - plank , the roomage of her hold , By the living God who made me ! I would sooner in your bay Sínk ship and crew and cargo , than bear this child away ! " " Well answered , worthy captain , shame on ...
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Page 387 - 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 326 - Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; 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 351 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
Page 235 - Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Page 177 - Revile him not, the Tempter hath A snare for all; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall! Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn ! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven!
Page 245 - Would she were mine, and I today, 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 236 - Cheerily, then, my little man, 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: 1856.
Page 235 - Oh, for boyhood's painless play; Sleep that wakes in laughing day; Health that mocks the doctor's rules; Knowledge, (never learned of schools...
Page 246 - 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." But he thought of his sisters, proud and cold, And his mother, vain of her rank and gold. So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, And Maud was left in the field alone.
Page 273 - Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea, — Looked for the coming that might not be!