The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1878 - 505 pages |
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... voice be weak ; " Sachem ! 99 he says , " let me hav land , Which stretches away upon either h As far about as my feet can stray In the half of a gentle summer's da From the leaping brook 8 to the river , - And the fair - haired girl ...
... voice be weak ; " Sachem ! 99 he says , " let me hav land , Which stretches away upon either h As far about as my feet can stray In the half of a gentle summer's da From the leaping brook 8 to the river , - And the fair - haired girl ...
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... voice for us In the thunder , or the tone Of the leaf - harp faint and small , Speaking to the unsealed ear Words of blended love and fear , Of the mighty Soul of all ? Naught had the twain of thoughts like these As they wound along ...
... voice for us In the thunder , or the tone Of the leaf - harp faint and small , Speaking to the unsealed ear Words of blended love and fear , Of the mighty Soul of all ? Naught had the twain of thoughts like these As they wound along ...
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... voice , beside her bed : Beneath the calm and sad rebuke Of her meek eye's imploring look , The scowl of hate his brow forsook , And in his stern and gloomy eye , At times , a few unwonted tears Wet the dark lashes , which for years ...
... voice , beside her bed : Beneath the calm and sad rebuke Of her meek eye's imploring look , The scowl of hate his brow forsook , And in his stern and gloomy eye , At times , a few unwonted tears Wet the dark lashes , which for years ...
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... voice it checked the A new and fiercer feeling swept All lingering tenderness away And tiger passions , which had ' sl In childhood's better day , Unknown , unfelt , arose at length In all their own demoniac streng " A youthful warrior ...
... voice it checked the A new and fiercer feeling swept All lingering tenderness away And tiger passions , which had ' sl In childhood's better day , Unknown , unfelt , arose at length In all their own demoniac streng " A youthful warrior ...
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... voice , recited many a page Of poetry , the holiest , tenderest lines Of the sad bard of Olney , the sweet songs ... voices still are heard in the Ro- mance Of silver - tongued Boccaccio , on the banks Of Arno , with soft tales of love ...
... voice , recited many a page Of poetry , the holiest , tenderest lines Of the sad bard of Olney , the sweet songs ... voices still are heard in the Ro- mance Of silver - tongued Boccaccio , on the banks Of Arno , with soft tales of love ...
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