The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Issue 640Macmillan and Company, 1874 - 481 pages |
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... once his father's hunting land , Where zealous Hiacoomes 9 stood , - The wild apostle of the wood , Shook from his soul the fear of harm , And trampled on the Powwaw's charm ; Until the wizard's curses hung Suspended on his palsying ...
... once his father's hunting land , Where zealous Hiacoomes 9 stood , - The wild apostle of the wood , Shook from his soul the fear of harm , And trampled on the Powwaw's charm ; Until the wizard's curses hung Suspended on his palsying ...
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... once within her strove Pity with shame , and hate with love . The Past recalls its joy and pain , Old memories rise before her brain , - The lips which love's embraces met , The hand her tears of parting wet , The voice whose pleading ...
... once within her strove Pity with shame , and hate with love . The Past recalls its joy and pain , Old memories rise before her brain , - The lips which love's embraces met , The hand her tears of parting wet , The voice whose pleading ...
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... once more : With grave , calm face , and half - shut eye , He sits upon the wigwam floor , And watches Ruth go by , Intent upon her household care ; And ever and anon , the while , Or on the maiden , or her fare , Which smokes in ...
... once more : With grave , calm face , and half - shut eye , He sits upon the wigwam floor , And watches Ruth go by , Intent upon her household care ; And ever and anon , the while , Or on the maiden , or her fare , Which smokes in ...
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... once pure and high , Is stricken down from Virtue's sky , As , with the downcast star of morn , Some gems of light are with it drawn , - And , through its night of darkness , play Some tokens of its primal day , Some lofty feelings ...
... once pure and high , Is stricken down from Virtue's sky , As , with the downcast star of morn , Some gems of light are with it drawn , - And , through its night of darkness , play Some tokens of its primal day , Some lofty feelings ...
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... once more . There his spoils of chase and war , Jaw of wolf and black bear's paw , Panther's skin and eagle's claw , Lay beside his axe and bow ; And , adown the roof - pole hung , Loosely on a snake - skin strung , In the smoke his ...
... once more . There his spoils of chase and war , Jaw of wolf and black bear's paw , Panther's skin and eagle's claw , Lay beside his axe and bow ; And , adown the roof - pole hung , Loosely on a snake - skin strung , In the smoke his ...
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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!