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... thine . But those which love's own fancies dress , - 7 The sum of Indian happiness ! — A wigwam , where the warm sunshine Looks in among the groves of pine , - A stream , where , round thy light canoe , The trout and salmon dart in view ...
... thine . But those which love's own fancies dress , - 7 The sum of Indian happiness ! — A wigwam , where the warm sunshine Looks in among the groves of pine , - A stream , where , round thy light canoe , The trout and salmon dart in view ...
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... thine , - - The deed is signed and the land is mine : And this drunken fool is of use no more , Save as thy hopeful bridegroom , and sooth , ' T were Christian mercy to finish him , Ruth , Now , while he lies like a beast on our floor ...
... thine , - - The deed is signed and the land is mine : And this drunken fool is of use no more , Save as thy hopeful bridegroom , and sooth , ' T were Christian mercy to finish him , Ruth , Now , while he lies like a beast on our floor ...
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... thine eye ! " Father , I know not , save it be That deeds of mine have summoned her From the unbreathing sepulchre , To leave her last rebuke with me . Ah , woe for me ! my mother died Just at the moment when I stood Close on the verge ...
... thine eye ! " Father , I know not , save it be That deeds of mine have summoned her From the unbreathing sepulchre , To leave her last rebuke with me . Ah , woe for me ! my mother died Just at the moment when I stood Close on the verge ...
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... thine and for the Church's sake ? Who summon to the scene Of conquest and unsparing strife , And vengeance dearer than his life , The fiery - souled Castine ? 17 PART Ан , weary Priest ! -with pale hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of ...
... thine and for the Church's sake ? Who summon to the scene Of conquest and unsparing strife , And vengeance dearer than his life , The fiery - souled Castine ? 17 PART Ан , weary Priest ! -with pale hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of ...
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... thine Could rise from thy waters to question of mine , 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 ...
... thine Could rise from thy waters to question of mine , 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 ...
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Page 377 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 322 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town.
Page 322 - In her attic, window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Page 326 - Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of freedom and union, wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law ; And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below in Frederick town ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CAUSE OF THE SOUTH.
Page 345 - We shared the fishing off Boar's Head, And round the rocky Isles of Shoals The hake-broil on the drift-wood coals ; The chowder on the sand-beach made, Dipped by the hungry, steaming hot, With spoons of clam-shell from the pot. We heard the tales of witchcraft old, And dream and sign and marvel told To sleepy listeners as they lay Stretched idly on the salted hay, Adrift along the winding shores, When favoring breezes deigned to blow The square sail of the gundelow And idle lay the useless oars.
Page 229 - Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the door-stone, gray and rude! O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Page 278 - O playmate in the golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago.
Page 326 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 72 - Gone, gone,—sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters,— Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Page 240 - ... for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...