The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier ...Ticknor and Fields, 1864 - American poetry |
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... blood on his English sword ? Steals Harmon 12 down from the sands of York , With hand of iron and foot of cork ? Has Scamman , versed in Indian wile , For vengeance left his vine hung isle ? 13 Hark ! at that whistle , soft and low ...
... blood on his English sword ? Steals Harmon 12 down from the sands of York , With hand of iron and foot of cork ? Has Scamman , versed in Indian wile , For vengeance left his vine hung isle ? 13 Hark ! at that whistle , soft and low ...
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... blood ! Look ! -feeling melts that frozen glance , It moves that marble countenance , As if at once within her strove Pity with shame , and hate with love . The Past recalls its joy and pain , Old memories rise before her brain- The ...
... blood ! Look ! -feeling melts that frozen glance , It moves that marble countenance , As if at once within her strove Pity with shame , and hate with love . The Past recalls its joy and pain , Old memories rise before her brain- The ...
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... the cold to my vitals creep , And my heart's blood stiffen , and pulses sleep ! I cannot strike him - Ruth Bonython ! In the devil's name , tell me what's to be done ? " Oh ! when the soul , once pure and high MOGG MEGONE . 43.
... the cold to my vitals creep , And my heart's blood stiffen , and pulses sleep ! I cannot strike him - Ruth Bonython ! In the devil's name , tell me what's to be done ? " Oh ! when the soul , once pure and high MOGG MEGONE . 43.
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... blood wet , For one last struggle of despair , Wounded and faint , but tameless yet ! Unreaped , upon the planting lands , The scant , neglected harvest stands : No shout is there - no dance - no song : The aspect of the very child ...
... blood wet , For one last struggle of despair , Wounded and faint , but tameless yet ! Unreaped , upon the planting lands , The scant , neglected harvest stands : No shout is there - no dance - no song : The aspect of the very child ...
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... blood , And cherished fantasies which press The young lip with a dream's caress , - The heart's forecast and prophecy Took form and life before my eye , Seen in the glance which met my own , Heard in the soft and pleading tone , Felt in ...
... blood , And cherished fantasies which press The young lip with a dream's caress , - The heart's forecast and prophecy Took form and life before my eye , Seen in the glance which met my own , Heard in the soft and pleading tone , Felt in ...
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Page 331 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
Page 371 - If there be some weaker one, Give me strength to help him on ; If a blinder soul there be, Let me guide him nearer Thee. Make my mortal dreams come true With the work I fain would do ; Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant...
Page 155 - 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.
Page 310 - And if, in our unworthiness, Thy sacrificial wine we press ; If from Thy ordeal's heated bars Our feet are seamed with crimson scars, Thy will be done! If, for the age to come, this hour Of trial hath vicarious power, And, blest by Thee, our present pain, Be Liberty's eternal gain, Thy will be done!
Page 127 - What, ho! our countrymen in chains! The whip on woman's shrinking flesh! Our soil yet reddening with the stains Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh! What! mothers from their children riven! What! God's own image bought and sold! Americans to market driven, And bartered as the brute for gold!
Page 262 - To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God's meekest Angel gently comes : No power has he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again ; And yet in tenderest love, our dear And Heavenly Father sends him here.
Page 136 - 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?
Page 220 - Egypt's sands! This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin ; This day for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin ; Even now from starry Gerizim, or Ebal's cloudy crown, We call the dews of blessing or the bolts of cursing down...
Page 259 - And that cloud itself, which now before thee Lies dark in view, Shall with beams of light from the inner glory Be stricken through. And like meadow mist through Autumn's dawn Uprolling thin, Its thickest folds when about thee drawn Let sun-light in. Then of what is to be, and of what is done Why queriest thou ? — The past and the time to be are one, And both are NOW ! TO A FRIEND, ON HER RETURN FROM EUROPE.