Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierT. Y. Crowell, 1902 - 363 էջ |
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... shade and sunshine warm . " In one place he boldly indulges for rhyme's sake in such bad grammar as this : When Warkworth wood Closed o'er my steed and I. And again : " twixt thou and I. " In spite of these faults , we would not ...
... shade and sunshine warm . " In one place he boldly indulges for rhyme's sake in such bad grammar as this : When Warkworth wood Closed o'er my steed and I. And again : " twixt thou and I. " In spite of these faults , we would not ...
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... shade , Plunging down in the darkness . Hark , that cry Again and again - he sees it fall , - That shadowy arm down the lighted wall ! He hears quick footsteps - a shape flits by - pulses sleep ! The door on its rusted hinges creaks ...
... shade , Plunging down in the darkness . Hark , that cry Again and again - he sees it fall , - That shadowy arm down the lighted wall ! He hears quick footsteps - a shape flits by - pulses sleep ! The door on its rusted hinges creaks ...
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... shaded floods , Breathe o'er me from that face of The wild excitement of the chase death : Its blue eyes ... shade , far more Than that restraining awe I felt Beneath my gentle mother's care , When nightly at her knee I knelt ...
... shaded floods , Breathe o'er me from that face of The wild excitement of the chase death : Its blue eyes ... shade , far more Than that restraining awe I felt Beneath my gentle mother's care , When nightly at her knee I knelt ...
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... shade . " And oh , with what a loathing eye , With what a deadly hate , and deep , I saw that Indian murderer lie Before me , in his drunken sleep ! What though for me the deed was done , And words of mine had sped him on ! Yet when he ...
... shade . " And oh , with what a loathing eye , With what a deadly hate , and deep , I saw that Indian murderer lie Before me , in his drunken sleep ! What though for me the deed was done , And words of mine had sped him on ! Yet when he ...
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... shade , By the overspreading wings Of the Blessed Spirit made . Thoughts of strife and hate and wrong Sweep thy heated brain along , — Fading hopes , for whose success It were sin to breathe a prayer ; Schemes which Heaven may never ...
... shade , By the overspreading wings Of the Blessed Spirit made . Thoughts of strife and hate and wrong Sweep thy heated brain along , — Fading hopes , for whose success It were sin to breathe a prayer ; Schemes which Heaven may never ...
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Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier, with Numerous Illustrations John Greenleaf Whittier Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1883 |
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altar angels beauty beneath blessed blissful band blood bloom brave breath brow calm chain child cloud cold creeds of iron curse dark dead dear dream earth Esbern Snare evermore evil eyes fair faith fall fathers fear fire flowers Freedom God's gold golden Goody Cole grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hills holy human land leaves Life's light lips living Loch Maree look Lord mountain murmur never night night is falling o'er pain pale peace Pennacook pines poor prayer Quaker rain Ramoth rill rock round shade shadow shame shine shore sing slave Slavery smile song soul spirit stars summer sunset sunshine sweet sweet day tears thee thine thou thought toil tongue tread tree truth unto vales voice wall wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
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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.