The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1878 - 505 pages |
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... Sweet voices in the still air singing , When , as his Church's legends Borne upward in ecstatic bliss , The rapt enthusiast soars away Unto a brighter world than this : A mortal's glimpse beyond the pa A moment's lifting of the veil ...
... Sweet voices in the still air singing , When , as his Church's legends Borne upward in ecstatic bliss , The rapt enthusiast soars away Unto a brighter world than this : A mortal's glimpse beyond the pa A moment's lifting of the veil ...
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... sweet smiles . He sang the songs she loved ; and in his low , Deep , earnest voice , recited many a page Of poetry , the holiest , tenderest lines Of the sad bard of Olney , the sweet songs , Simple and beautiful as Truth and Na- ture ...
... sweet smiles . He sang the songs she loved ; and in his low , Deep , earnest voice , recited many a page Of poetry , the holiest , tenderest lines Of the sad bard of Olney , the sweet songs , Simple and beautiful as Truth and Na- ture ...
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... sweet Are ever those at which our young lips drank , Stooped to their waters o'er the grassy bank : Midst the cold dreary sea - watch , Home's hearth - light Shines round the helmsman plunging through the night ; And still , with inward ...
... sweet Are ever those at which our young lips drank , Stooped to their waters o'er the grassy bank : Midst the cold dreary sea - watch , Home's hearth - light Shines round the helmsman plunging through the night ; And still , with inward ...
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... sweet the flowers are blowing By that streamlet's side , And a greener verdure showing Where its waters glide , Down the hill - slope murmuring on , Over root and mossy stone . Where yon oak his broad arms flingeth O'er the sloping hill ...
... sweet the flowers are blowing By that streamlet's side , And a greener verdure showing Where its waters glide , Down the hill - slope murmuring on , Over root and mossy stone . Where yon oak his broad arms flingeth O'er the sloping hill ...
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... sweet as the music which seems Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams ! How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye , Like a star glancing out from the blu of the sky ! And lightly and freely her dark tresses play O'er a ...
... sweet as the music which seems Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams ! How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye , Like a star glancing out from the blu of the sky ! And lightly and freely her dark tresses play O'er a ...
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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.