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Its faded picture , dimly smiling down From the blurred fresco of the ancient town ,
I have not touched with warmer tints in vain , If , in this dark , sad year , it steals
one thought from pain . HER fingers shame the ivory keys They dance so light ...
Its faded picture , dimly smiling down From the blurred fresco of the ancient town ,
I have not touched with warmer tints in vain , If , in this dark , sad year , it steals
one thought from pain . HER fingers shame the ivory keys They dance so light ...
Page 88
To E . W . I KNOW not , Time and Space so intervene , 1 Whether , still waiting
with a trust serene , Thou bearest up thy fourscore years and ten , Or , called at
last , art now Heaven ' s citizen ; But , here or there , a pleasant thought of thee ,
Like ...
To E . W . I KNOW not , Time and Space so intervene , 1 Whether , still waiting
with a trust serene , Thou bearest up thy fourscore years and ten , Or , called at
last , art now Heaven ' s citizen ; But , here or there , a pleasant thought of thee ,
Like ...
Page 102
And , through thy tears , the mocking day Burned Ischia ' s mountain lines away ,
And Capri melted in its sunny bay , — Through thy great farewell sorrow shot The
sharp pang of a bitter thought That slaves must tread around that holy spot .
And , through thy tears , the mocking day Burned Ischia ' s mountain lines away ,
And Capri melted in its sunny bay , — Through thy great farewell sorrow shot The
sharp pang of a bitter thought That slaves must tread around that holy spot .
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Not in blind caprice of will , Not in cunning sleight of skill , Not for show of power ,
was wrought Nature ' s marvel in Thy thought . Never careless hand and vain
Smites these chords of joy and pain ; No immortal selfishness Plays the game of
...
Not in blind caprice of will , Not in cunning sleight of skill , Not for show of power ,
was wrought Nature ' s marvel in Thy thought . Never careless hand and vain
Smites these chords of joy and pain ; No immortal selfishness Plays the game of
...
Page 141
... Whose light seemed not of moon or sun . We spake not , but our thought was
one . We paused , as if from that bright shore Beckoned our dear ones gone
before ; And stilled our beating hearts to hear The voices lost THE RIVER PATH .
141.
... Whose light seemed not of moon or sun . We spake not , but our thought was
one . We paused , as if from that bright shore Beckoned our dear ones gone
before ; And stilled our beating hearts to hear The voices lost THE RIVER PATH .
141.
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| Title | In War Time and Other Poems |
| Author | John Greenleaf Whittier |
| Publisher | Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Jun 2007 |
| Length | 152 pages |
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