The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier ...Ticknor and Fields, 1864 - American poetry |
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... living and some for the dead , Well might that traveller start to see The tall dark forms , that take their way From the birch canoe , on the river - shore , And the forest paths , to that chapel door ; And marvel to mark the naked ...
... living and some for the dead , Well might that traveller start to see The tall dark forms , that take their way From the birch canoe , on the river - shore , And the forest paths , to that chapel door ; And marvel to mark the naked ...
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... living's head Their blessing or their curse ? For , oh , last night she stood by me , As I lay beneath the woodland tree ! " The Jesuit crosses himself in awe- " Jesu ! what was it my daughter saw ? " " She came to me last night . The ...
... living's head Their blessing or their curse ? For , oh , last night she stood by me , As I lay beneath the woodland tree ! " The Jesuit crosses himself in awe- " Jesu ! what was it my daughter saw ? " " She came to me last night . The ...
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... living God who made me ! —I would sooner in your bay Sink ship and crew and cargo , than bear this child away ! " Well answered , worthy captain , shame on their - cruel laws ! " Ran through the crowd in murmurs loud the people's just ...
... living God who made me ! —I would sooner in your bay Sink ship and crew and cargo , than bear this child away ! " Well answered , worthy captain , shame on their - cruel laws ! " Ran through the crowd in murmurs loud the people's just ...
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... living shrank with dread , From his look , or word , or tread , Unto whom her early grave Was as freedom to the slave , Moves him at this midnight hour , With the dead's unconscious power ! Ah , the dead , the unforgot ! From their ...
... living shrank with dread , From his look , or word , or tread , Unto whom her early grave Was as freedom to the slave , Moves him at this midnight hour , With the dead's unconscious power ! Ah , the dead , the unforgot ! From their ...
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... living coals of Truth ! Up - while ye slumber , deeper yet The shadow of our fame is growing ! Up - while ye pause , our sun may set In blood , around our altars flowing ! Oh ! rouse ye , ere the storm comes forth- The gathered wrath of ...
... living coals of Truth ! Up - while ye slumber , deeper yet The shadow of our fame is growing ! Up - while ye pause , our sun may set In blood , around our altars flowing ! Oh ! rouse ye , ere the storm comes forth- The gathered wrath of ...
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altar angel beauty beneath blessed blood blow breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dark dead dream earth evil Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel feet fire flowers Freedom Freedom's glance gleam God's gone grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hills holy human Indian Jesuit John Bonython land lapstone light lips lone look Lord Massachusetts Merrimack Mogg Megone mountain murmur night Norridge Norridgewock o'er pain pale Passaconaway Pennacook prayer Praying Indians priest rill river rock round Sachem Saco River Saugus Scamman scorn shade shadow shame shine shore slave Slavery Slavery's smile song soul sound spirit stood stream sunset sweet tears thee thine thou toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread truth turn unto voice wall wampum waters wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
Popular passages
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.