The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Issue 640Macmillan and Company, 1874 - 481 pages |
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... songs of Spenser's golden days , Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase , Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning ... song , Still with a love as deep and strong As theirs , I lay , like them , my best gifts on thy shrine ! AMESBURY ...
... songs of Spenser's golden days , Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase , Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning ... song , Still with a love as deep and strong As theirs , I lay , like them , my best gifts on thy shrine ! AMESBURY ...
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... Song of Indian Women LEGENDARY . The Merrimack The Norsemen Cassandra Southwick Funeral Tree of the Sokokis St. John Pentucket The Familist's Hymn The Fountain The Exiles The New Wife and the Old . VOICES OF FEEEDOM . Toussaint L ...
... Song of Indian Women LEGENDARY . The Merrimack The Norsemen Cassandra Southwick Funeral Tree of the Sokokis St. John Pentucket The Familist's Hymn The Fountain The Exiles The New Wife and the Old . VOICES OF FEEEDOM . Toussaint L ...
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... SONGS OF LABOR , AND OTHER POEMS . Dedication The Ship - Builders . The Shoemakers The Drovers . The Fishermen The Huskers The Corn - Song The Lumbermen MISCELLANEOUS . The Angels of Buena Vista Forgiveness Barclay of Ury . What the ...
... SONGS OF LABOR , AND OTHER POEMS . Dedication The Ship - Builders . The Shoemakers The Drovers . The Fishermen The Huskers The Corn - Song The Lumbermen MISCELLANEOUS . The Angels of Buena Vista Forgiveness Barclay of Ury . What the ...
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... Song of Slaves in the Desert Lines The New Exodus The Haschish BALLADS . Mary Garvin . Maud Muller The Ranger LATER POEMS . The Last Walk in Autumn The Mayflowers Burial of Barbour To Pennsylvania The Pass of the Sierra The Conquest of ...
... Song of Slaves in the Desert Lines The New Exodus The Haschish BALLADS . Mary Garvin . Maud Muller The Ranger LATER POEMS . The Last Walk in Autumn The Mayflowers Burial of Barbour To Pennsylvania The Pass of the Sierra The Conquest of ...
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... song and dance , The vines around the hillsides wreath- ing The soft airs midst their clusters breath- ing , The wings which dipped , the stars which shone Within thy bosom , blue Garonne ! And round the Abbey's shadowed wall , At ...
... song and dance , The vines around the hillsides wreath- ing The soft airs midst their clusters breath- ing , The wings which dipped , the stars which shone Within thy bosom , blue Garonne ! And round the Abbey's shadowed wall , At ...
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Æsir angels beauty beneath bird blessed blood bloom blow breath brow calm Cape Ann cloud dark dead dear death dream earth Esbern Snare eternal evermore evil eyes faith fall Father fear feet fire flowers freedom God's gold golden Goody Cole grave gray green Hampton River hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord mountain never Newbury town night Norembega Norridgewock o'er pain peace Pennacook pines poor praise pray prayer Quaker Ramoth rills round sail shade shadow shame shine shore silent sing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit stars summer sunset sweet tears thee thine thou thought to-day toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread trees truth unto voice wall warm waves weary Weetamoo wigwam wild William Penn wind wood words wrong
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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!