The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... Rising behind Umbagog's eastern pines Like a great Indian camp - fire ; and its beams At midnight spanning with a bridge of silver The Merrimack by Uncanoonuc's falls . There were five souls of us whom travel's chance Had thrown ...
... Rising behind Umbagog's eastern pines Like a great Indian camp - fire ; and its beams At midnight spanning with a bridge of silver The Merrimack by Uncanoonuc's falls . There were five souls of us whom travel's chance Had thrown ...
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... rise from thy waters to question of nine , Methinks through the din of thy thronged banks a moan Of sorrow would swell for the days which have gone . Not for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel , The gliding of shuttles , the ...
... rise from thy waters to question of nine , Methinks through the din of thy thronged banks a moan Of sorrow would swell for the days which have gone . Not for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel , The gliding of shuttles , the ...
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... rising blast , And evening cloud and whitening sunrise rime Told of the coming of the winter time . But vainly looked , the while , young Weetamoo , Down the dark river for her chief's canoe ; No dusky messenger from Saugus brought ...
... rising blast , And evening cloud and whitening sunrise rime Told of the coming of the winter time . But vainly looked , the while , young Weetamoo , Down the dark river for her chief's canoe ; No dusky messenger from Saugus brought ...
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... rise on the leaping river . But , in the convulsive quiver and grip Of the muscles around her bloodless lip , There is something painful and sad to see ; And her eye has a glance more sternly wild Than 36 MOGG MEGONE .
... rise on the leaping river . But , in the convulsive quiver and grip Of the muscles around her bloodless lip , There is something painful and sad to see ; And her eye has a glance more sternly wild Than 36 MOGG MEGONE .
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... strove Pity with shame , and hate with love . The Past recalls its joy and pain , Old memories rise before her brain- The lips which love's embraces met , The hand her tears of parting wet , The voice MOGG MEGONE . 87.
... strove Pity with shame , and hate with love . The Past recalls its joy and pain , Old memories rise before her brain- The lips which love's embraces met , The hand her tears of parting wet , The voice MOGG MEGONE . 87.
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Page 265 - There's quiet in that Angel's glance, There's rest in his still countenance ! He mocks no grief with idle cheer, Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear ; But ills and woes he may not cure He kindly trains us to endure. Angel of Patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling...
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Page 253 - And the lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls Which veiled her brow as she bent to view his silks and glittering pearls ; And she placed their price in the old man's hand, and lightly turned away, But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call, • — "My gentle lady, stay!
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Page 134 - I love thee with a brother's love, I feel my pulses thrill To mark thy spirit soar above The cloud of human ill. My heart hath leaped to answer thine, And echo back thy words, As leaps the warrior's at the shine And flash of kindred swords...