Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierT. Y. Crowell, 1902 - 363 էջ |
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... human love , its prophecy and sign , Interprets love divine . One of his letters was written in favor of a union of the numerous sects in the one vital centre - the Christ . After this , it seems almost ungracious to speak criti- cally ...
... human love , its prophecy and sign , Interprets love divine . One of his letters was written in favor of a union of the numerous sects in the one vital centre - the Christ . After this , it seems almost ungracious to speak criti- cally ...
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... human right and weal is shown ; A hate of tyranny intense , And hearty in its vehemence , As if my brother's pain and sorrow were my own . O Freedom ! if to me belong Nor mighty Milton's gift divine , Nor Marvell's wit and graceful song ...
... human right and weal is shown ; A hate of tyranny intense , And hearty in its vehemence , As if my brother's pain and sorrow were my own . O Freedom ! if to me belong Nor mighty Milton's gift divine , Nor Marvell's wit and graceful song ...
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... human scalp by its long damp hair ! With hand upraised , with quick - drawn breath , She meets that ghastly sign of death . In one long , glassy , spectral stare The enlarging eye is fastened there , As if that mesh of pale brown hair ...
... human scalp by its long damp hair ! With hand upraised , with quick - drawn breath , She meets that ghastly sign of death . In one long , glassy , spectral stare The enlarging eye is fastened there , As if that mesh of pale brown hair ...
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... 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 hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of pain , Baffled in thy life - long quest , Overworn ...
... 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 hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of pain , Baffled in thy life - long quest , Overworn ...
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... Whose harvest - field is human life , Whose sickle is the reeking sword ! Quenching , with reckless hand in blood , Sparks kindled by the breath of God ; Urging the deathless soul , unshriven , Of open guilt MOGG MEGONE . 17.
... Whose harvest - field is human life , Whose sickle is the reeking sword ! Quenching , with reckless hand in blood , Sparks kindled by the breath of God ; Urging the deathless soul , unshriven , Of open guilt MOGG MEGONE . 17.
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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.