The Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 543 pages |
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John Greenleaf Whittier. CONTENTS . xi Andrew Rykman's Prayer The Cry of a Lost Soul Italy The River Path A Memorial . M. A. C. 340 342 343 • 343 344 Hymn sung at Christmas by the Scholars of St. Helena's Island , S. C. 345 SNOW - BOUND ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. CONTENTS . xi Andrew Rykman's Prayer The Cry of a Lost Soul Italy The River Path A Memorial . M. A. C. 340 342 343 • 343 344 Hymn sung at Christmas by the Scholars of St. Helena's Island , S. C. 345 SNOW - BOUND ...
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... the Kol - Folk The Lost Occasion 486 487 487 489 492 493 495 496 497 498 498 499 499 500 500 501 502 502 503 503 504 504 504 505 505 506 506 507 508 508 511 512 512 The Emancipation Group The Jubilee Singers Within the Gate The.
... the Kol - Folk The Lost Occasion 486 487 487 489 492 493 495 496 497 498 498 499 499 500 500 501 502 502 503 503 504 504 504 505 505 506 506 507 508 508 511 512 512 The Emancipation Group The Jubilee Singers Within the Gate The.
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... lost , Changing and blent , confused and tossed , The brighter with the darker crossed , Their thousand tints of beauty glow Down in the restless waves below , And tremble in the sunny skies , As if , from waving bough to bough ...
... lost , Changing and blent , confused and tossed , The brighter with the darker crossed , Their thousand tints of beauty glow Down in the restless waves below , And tremble in the sunny skies , As if , from waving bough to bough ...
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... 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 , Hang feebly on their parent spray , And tremble in the gale ; Yet watching o'er my childishness ...
... 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 , Hang feebly on their parent spray , And tremble in the gale ; Yet watching o'er my childishness ...
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... lost . 66 ' My father lived a stormy life , Of frequent change and daily strife ; And , God forgive him ! left his child To feel , like him , a freedom wild ; To love the red man's dwelling - place , The birch boat on his shaded floods ...
... lost . 66 ' My father lived a stormy life , Of frequent change and daily strife ; And , God forgive him ! left his child To feel , like him , a freedom wild ; To love the red man's dwelling - place , The birch boat on his shaded floods ...
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Page 389 - 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 532 - ... Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den; O miserable Chieftain! where and when Wilt thou find patience! Yet die not; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow: Though fallen thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget...
Page 237 - 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 237 - Oh for boyhood's time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for. I was rich in flowers and trees, 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...
Page 275 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him! why should we!
Page 328 - 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 353 - Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Page 237 - Knowledge never learned of schools: Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl, and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young. How the oriole's nest is hung; Where the whitest lilies blow, Where the freshest berries grow.
Page 353 - 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 390 - But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again.