The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Issue 640Macmillan and Company, 1874 - 481 pages |
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... shores Of narrow capes , and isles which lie Slumbering to ocean's lullaby , - With birchen boat and glancing oars , The red men to their fishing go ; While from their planting ground is borne The treasure of the golden corn , By ...
... shores Of narrow capes , and isles which lie Slumbering to ocean's lullaby , - With birchen boat and glancing oars , The red men to their fishing go ; While from their planting ground is borne The treasure of the golden corn , By ...
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... shore , And the forest paths , to that chapel door ; And marvel to mark the naked knees And the dusky foreheads bending there , While , in coarse white vesture , over these In blessing or in prayer , Stretching abroad his thin pale ...
... shore , And the forest paths , to that chapel door ; And marvel to mark the naked knees And the dusky foreheads bending there , While , in coarse white vesture , over these In blessing or in prayer , Stretching abroad his thin pale ...
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... shore Of the still lakes , the clear stream , where The idle fisher sets his wear , Or angles in the shade , far more Than that restraining awe I felt Beneath my gentle mother's care , When nightly at her knee I knelt , With childhood's ...
... shore Of the still lakes , the clear stream , where The idle fisher sets his wear , Or angles in the shade , far more Than that restraining awe I felt Beneath my gentle mother's care , When nightly at her knee I knelt , With childhood's ...
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... western lake , With his dogs and his squaws to the spirit's shore . Cowesass - cowesass- tawhich wes- saseen ? Let my father die like Bomazeen ! " Through the chapel's narrow doors , And through each window 16 MOGG MEGONE .
... western lake , With his dogs and his squaws to the spirit's shore . Cowesass - cowesass- tawhich wes- saseen ? Let my father die like Bomazeen ! " Through the chapel's narrow doors , And through each window 16 MOGG MEGONE .
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... shores of France . A few long locks of scattering snow Beneath a battered morion flow , And from the rivets of the vest Which girds in steel his ample breast , The slanted sunbeams glance . In the harsh outlines of his face Passion and ...
... shores of France . A few long locks of scattering snow Beneath a battered morion flow , And from the rivets of the vest Which girds in steel his ample breast , The slanted sunbeams glance . In the harsh outlines of his face Passion and ...
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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!