The Writings: Anti-slavery poems; Songs of labor and reformHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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altar angels Barbara Frietchie beneath blazon bless blood blow bondman's brave breaking breath brow calm chain Christian cloud crime crown curse dark dead dream earth evil eyes faith Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters fire flag Free Soil party Freedom Freedom called Freedom's Frémont glory God's gone grave gray green Hall hand hate hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope human JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Joseph Sturge land Liberty light lips look Lord Massachusetts Moloch mountain night night is falling o'er pain pale fire peace Perugia poor praise prayer priest Rain-in-the-Face rice-swamp dank round scorn shadow shame shines slave slavery Slavery's song soul Southron stand stood storm strong sweet sword tears thee thine thou to-day toil tongue Toussaint L'Ouverture tread trod truth unto voice wall wave Where'er wild wind words wrong
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Page 256 - How they pale, Ancient myth and song and tale, In this wonder of our days, When the cruel rod of war Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise!
Page 248 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 47 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place ; A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.
Page 313 - All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Page 247 - 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 246 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Page 255 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Eing, O bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Page 315 - Gray-bearded Use, who, deaf and blind, Groped for his old accustomed stone, Leaned on his staff, and wept to find His seat o'erthrown. Young Romance raised his dreamy eyes, O'erhung with paly locks of gold, — "Why smite," he asked in sad surprise, "The fair, the old?
Page 58 - Gone; gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone — Toiling through the weary day, And at night the spoiler's prey.
Page 39 - What! preach and kidnap men? Give thanks, and rob thy own afflicted poor? Talk of thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive's door? What! servants of thy own Merciful Son, who came to seek and save The homeless and the outcast, fettering down The tasked and plundered slave! Pilate and Herod, friends! Chief priests and rulers, as of old, combine! Just God and holy! is that church, which lends Strength to the spoiler, thine?