The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1873 - 395 pages |
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... passed ; But those sad eyes were fixed on mine Mournfully to the last . " " God help thee , daughter , tell me why That spirit passed before thine eye ! " " Father , I know not , save it be That deeds of mine have summoned her From the ...
... passed ; But those sad eyes were fixed on mine Mournfully to the last . " " God help thee , daughter , tell me why That spirit passed before thine eye ! " " Father , I know not , save it be That deeds of mine have summoned her From the ...
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... passed , And milder thoughts came warm and fast , Exulting , at my feet he cast The bloody token of success . " O God ! with what an awful power I saw the buried past uprise , And gather , in a single hour , Its ghost - like memories ...
... passed , And milder thoughts came warm and fast , Exulting , at my feet he cast The bloody token of success . " O God ! with what an awful power I saw the buried past uprise , And gather , in a single hour , Its ghost - like memories ...
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... passed The high source of the Saco ; and be- wildered In the dwarf spruce - belts of the Crystal Hills , Had heard above us , like a voice in the cloud , The horn of Fabyan sounding ; and atop Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains ...
... passed The high source of the Saco ; and be- wildered In the dwarf spruce - belts of the Crystal Hills , Had heard above us , like a voice in the cloud , The horn of Fabyan sounding ; and atop Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains ...
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... passed the mother of his child . Three bow - shots from the Sachem's dwelling They laid her in the walnut shade , Where a green hillock gently swelling Her fitting mound of burial made . There trailed the vine in summer hours , The tree ...
... passed the mother of his child . Three bow - shots from the Sachem's dwelling They laid her in the walnut shade , Where a green hillock gently swelling Her fitting mound of burial made . There trailed the vine in summer hours , The tree ...
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... passed the winter moons . The sun at last Broke link by link the frost chain of the rills , And the warm breathings of the south- west passed Over the hoar rime of the Saugus hills , The gray and desolate marsh grew green once more ...
... passed the winter moons . The sun at last Broke link by link the frost chain of the rills , And the warm breathings of the south- west passed Over the hoar rime of the Saugus hills , The gray and desolate marsh grew green once more ...
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Page 268 - 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. 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.
Page 284 - Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls, and from the mows Eaked down the herd's-grass for the cows : Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
Page 224 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him! why should we!
Page 194 - Through the day and through the night Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond. Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy!
Page 317 - And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
Page 194 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard. Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat...
Page 204 - Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, "It might have been.
Page 194 - For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
Page 203 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her...
Page 55 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, — their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place, — A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.