Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierT. Y. Crowell, 1902 - 363 էջ |
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... Abraham Davenport To Englishmen 356 NATIONAL LYRICS : Astræa at the Capitol 357 The Battle Autumn of 1862 358 The Mantle of St. John de Mithridates at Chios Matha 359 The Proclamation 360 What the Birds Said Anniversary Poem 360 Laus ...
... Abraham Davenport To Englishmen 356 NATIONAL LYRICS : Astræa at the Capitol 357 The Battle Autumn of 1862 358 The Mantle of St. John de Mithridates at Chios Matha 359 The Proclamation 360 What the Birds Said Anniversary Poem 360 Laus ...
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... human soul Is more than any parchment scroll , Or any flag thy winds unroll . " What price was Ellsworth's , young and brave ? THE WATCHERS . 355 well 413 To John C Fremont The Palatine 414 The Watchers Abraham Davenport 417.
... human soul Is more than any parchment scroll , Or any flag thy winds unroll . " What price was Ellsworth's , young and brave ? THE WATCHERS . 355 well 413 To John C Fremont The Palatine 414 The Watchers Abraham Davenport 417.
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John Greenleaf Whittier. To hear the doom - blast of the trumpet shatter ABRAHAM DAVENPORT In the old days ( a custom laid aside With breeches and cocked hats ) the people sent The black sky , that the dreadful ... ABRAHAM DAVENPORT 417.
John Greenleaf Whittier. To hear the doom - blast of the trumpet shatter ABRAHAM DAVENPORT In the old days ( a custom laid aside With breeches and cocked hats ) the people sent The black sky , that the dreadful ... ABRAHAM DAVENPORT 417.
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... Abraham Davenport , Straight to the question , with no fig- ures of speech Save the ten Arab signs , yet not with- out The shrewd dry humor natural to the man : His awe - struck colleagues listening all the while , Between the pauses of ...
... Abraham Davenport , Straight to the question , with no fig- ures of speech Save the ten Arab signs , yet not with- out The shrewd dry humor natural to the man : His awe - struck colleagues listening all the while , Between the pauses of ...
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... sadly said , " At break of day We strike our tent and go our way . " But one made answer cheerily , " Never fear , We'll pitch this tent of ours in type another year . " DE MATHA A LEGEND OF " THE RED , WHITE ABRAHAM DAVENPORT 419.
... sadly said , " At break of day We strike our tent and go our way . " But one made answer cheerily , " Never fear , We'll pitch this tent of ours in type another year . " DE MATHA A LEGEND OF " THE RED , WHITE ABRAHAM DAVENPORT 419.
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Էջ 247 - 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...
Էջ 285 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead ! 9. Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him ! — why should we?
Էջ xi - 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...
Էջ 385 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Էջ 427 - Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame, The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His name. Our Lord and Master of us all ! Whate'er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine.
Էջ 258 - Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah, me! That I the Judge's bride might be! He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine. "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat...
Էջ 258 - Raked the meadow sweet with hay. 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.
Էջ 259 - ... mused beside the well Till the rain on the unraked clover fell. He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow, He watched a picture come and go; And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes Looked out in their innocent surprise. Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain,...
Էջ 363 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
Էջ 285 - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.