The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1878 - 505 pages |
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... blood on his English sword ? Steals Harmon 5 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 ? Hark ! at that whistle , soft and low ...
... blood on his English sword ? Steals Harmon 5 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 ? 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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... blood stiffen , and pulses sleep ! I cannot strike him -Ruth Bonython ! 1 O , when the soul , once pure and high , Is stricken down from Virtue's sky , As , with the downcast star of morn , Some gems of light are with it drawn , - And ...
... blood stiffen , and pulses sleep ! I cannot strike him -Ruth Bonython ! 1 O , when the soul , once pure and high , Is stricken down from Virtue's sky , As , with the downcast star of morn , Some gems of light are with it drawn , - And ...
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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 , song : -no 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 , song : -no 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 329 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
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Page 237 - For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight 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!
Page 429 - Because," — the brown eyes lower fell, — "Because, you see, I love you!" Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing! He lives to learn, in life's hard school, How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her, — because they love him.