The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1878 - 505 pages |
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... Eva To Fredrika Bremer April Stanzas for the Times . - 1850 . A Sabbath Scene . Remembrance . The Poor Voter on Election Day Trust . Kathleen First - day Thoughts . Kossuth The Hermit of the Thebaid .. Burns William Forster Rantoul.
... Eva To Fredrika Bremer April Stanzas for the Times . - 1850 . A Sabbath Scene . Remembrance . The Poor Voter on Election Day Trust . Kathleen First - day Thoughts . Kossuth The Hermit of the Thebaid .. Burns William Forster Rantoul.
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... poor vain shadow , cold and waste ; In the warm present bliss alone Seemed I of actual life to taste . Fond longings dimly understood , The glow of passion's quickening blood , And cherished fantasies which press The young lip with a ...
... poor vain shadow , cold and waste ; In the warm present bliss alone Seemed I of actual life to taste . Fond longings dimly understood , The glow of passion's quickening blood , And cherished fantasies which press The young lip with a ...
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... poor bride ! -can thy grim sire impart His iron hardness to thy woman's heart ? Or cold self - torturing pride like his atone For love denied and life's warm beauty flown ? grave On Autumn's gray and mournful the snow Hung its white ...
... poor bride ! -can thy grim sire impart His iron hardness to thy woman's heart ? Or cold self - torturing pride like his atone For love denied and life's warm beauty flown ? grave On Autumn's gray and mournful the snow Hung its white ...
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... poor Spirit whose jour- ney is o'er , Mat wonck kunna - monee ! - We see her no more ! So sang the Children of the Leaves beside The broad , dark river's coldly - flowing tide , Now low , now harsh , with sob - like pause and swell , On ...
... poor Spirit whose jour- ney is o'er , Mat wonck kunna - monee ! - We see her no more ! So sang the Children of the Leaves beside The broad , dark river's coldly - flowing tide , Now low , now harsh , with sob - like pause and swell , On ...
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... poor hearts thou hast hunted , thou wolf amid the flock ! " Dark lowered the brows of Endicott , and with a deeper red O'er Rawson's wine - empurpled cheek the flush of anger spread ; " Good people , " quoth the white - lipped priest ...
... poor hearts thou hast hunted , thou wolf amid the flock ! " Dark lowered the brows of Endicott , and with a deeper red O'er Rawson's wine - empurpled cheek the flush of anger spread ; " Good people , " quoth the white - lipped priest ...
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Page 328 - She leaned far out on the window-sill And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 389 - 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 353 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own...
Page 351 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Page 328 - Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind ; the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 247 - He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine. "My father should wear a broadcloth coat...
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!
Page 184 - The riches of the Commonwealth Are free, strong minds, and hearts of health ; And more to her than gold or grain, The cunning hand and cultured brain.
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.