The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1873 - 395 pages |
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... Heaven , With a keener woe be riven , For its weak and sinful trust In the strength of human dust ; And its anguish thrill afresh , For each vain reliance given To the failing arm of flesh . PART III . Ан , weary Priest ! - with pale ...
... Heaven , With a keener woe be riven , For its weak and sinful trust In the strength of human dust ; And its anguish thrill afresh , For each vain reliance given To the failing arm of flesh . PART III . Ан , weary Priest ! - with pale ...
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... Heaven The holy only enter in ! O , by the widow's sore distress , The orphan's wailing wretchedness , By Virtue struggling in the accursed Embraces of polluting Lust , By the fell discord of the Pit , And the pained souls that people ...
... Heaven The holy only enter in ! O , by the widow's sore distress , The orphan's wailing wretchedness , By Virtue struggling in the accursed Embraces of polluting Lust , By the fell discord of the Pit , And the pained souls that people ...
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... heaven , shine upward from the lake Of Winnepiseogee ; and had felt The sunrise breezes , midst the leafy isles Which stoop their summer beauty to the · lips Of the bright waters . We had checked our steeds , wall Is piled to heaven ...
... heaven , shine upward from the lake Of Winnepiseogee ; and had felt The sunrise breezes , midst the leafy isles Which stoop their summer beauty to the · lips Of the bright waters . We had checked our steeds , wall Is piled to heaven ...
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... Heaven , ' " " 28 Tributes from vale and mountain - side , With ocean's dark , eternal tide ! ― On yonder rocky cape , which braves The stormy challenge of the waves , Midst tangled vine and dwarfish wood , The hardy Anglo - Saxon stood ...
... Heaven , ' " " 28 Tributes from vale and mountain - side , With ocean's dark , eternal tide ! ― On yonder rocky cape , which braves The stormy challenge of the waves , Midst tangled vine and dwarfish wood , The hardy Anglo - Saxon stood ...
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... heavens Hung tenderly o'er him , There were waves in the sunshine , And green isles before him : But a pale hand was ... heaven , Left , by the spirit of the star Of sunset's holy hour , ajar ! Beside the river's tranquil flood The dark ...
... heavens Hung tenderly o'er him , There were waves in the sunshine , And green isles before him : But a pale hand was ... heaven , Left , by the spirit of the star Of sunset's holy hour , ajar ! Beside the river's tranquil flood The dark ...
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Page 286 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow-storm told.
Page 226 - 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, " Grod has touched him ! why should we ? " Said an old wife mourning her only son, " Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!
Page 385 - 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...
Page 270 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall, When Lee marched over the mountain wall; Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind; the sun Of noon looked down and saw not one.
Page 204 - Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast, — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane.
Page 196 - ... BOY BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 206 - She wedded a man unlearned and poor, And many children played round her door. But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain, Left their traces on heart and brain.
Page 146 - So fallen ! so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore ! 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 226 - Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. There is the house, with the gate redbarred, And the poplars tall; And the barn's brown length, and the cattleyard. And the white horns tossing above the wall.
Page 287 - Or garden-wall, or belt of wood; A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed, A fenceless drift what once was road; The bridle-post an old man sat *° With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat; The well-curb had a Chinese roof; And even the long sweep, high aloof, In its slant splendor, seemed to tell Of Pisa's leaning miracle. A prompt, decisive man, no breath Our father wasted: "Boys, a path!