Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierT. Y. Crowell, 1902 - 363 էջ |
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... Toussaint L'Ouverture The Relic . 82 The Slave - ships The Branded Hand Stanzas • • • Texas • The Yankee Girl • To Faneuil Hall 86 Το W. L. G .. To Massachusetts 86 Song of the Free The Pine - tree • 87 The Hunters of Men Lines on a ...
... Toussaint L'Ouverture The Relic . 82 The Slave - ships The Branded Hand Stanzas • • • Texas • The Yankee Girl • To Faneuil Hall 86 Το W. L. G .. To Massachusetts 86 Song of the Free The Pine - tree • 87 The Hunters of Men Lines on a ...
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... their wrongs have borne the meekest , Lifting from those dark , still places , Sweet and sad - remembered faces , O'er the guilty hearts behind An unwitting triumph find . TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE . ' T WAS night . The tranquil 52 LEGENDARY .
... their wrongs have borne the meekest , Lifting from those dark , still places , Sweet and sad - remembered faces , O'er the guilty hearts behind An unwitting triumph find . TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE . ' T WAS night . The tranquil 52 LEGENDARY .
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... L'OUVERTURE . ' T WAS night . The tranquil moon- light smile With which Heaven dreams of Earth , shed down Its beauty on the Indian isle , On broad green field and white- walled town ; And inland waste of ... TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE . 53.
... L'OUVERTURE . ' T WAS night . The tranquil moon- light smile With which Heaven dreams of Earth , shed down Its beauty on the Indian isle , On broad green field and white- walled town ; And inland waste of ... TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE . 53.
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... Toussaint l'Ouverture ! What marvel that his heart beat high ! The blow for freedom had been given , And blood had answered to the cry Which Earth sent up to Heaven ! What marvel that a fierce delight Smiled grimly o'er his brow of ...
... Toussaint l'Ouverture ! What marvel that his heart beat high ! The blow for freedom had been given , And blood had answered to the cry Which Earth sent up to Heaven ! What marvel that a fierce delight Smiled grimly o'er his brow of ...
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... Toussaint ! " A moment more , His shadow crossed the lighted floor . " Away ! " he shouted ; " fly with me , - The white man's bark is on the sea ; - Her sails must catch the seaward wind , For sudden ... TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE . 55.
... Toussaint ! " A moment more , His shadow crossed the lighted floor . " Away ! " he shouted ; " fly with me , - The white man's bark is on the sea ; - Her sails must catch the seaward wind , For sudden ... TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE . 55.
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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.