The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierHoughton, Osgood & Company, 1879 - 505 pages |
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... cloud - shadows , each other chase . One instant , his fingers grasp his knife , For a last vain struggle for cherished life , The next , he hurls the blade away , And kneels at his altar's foot to pray ; Over his beads his fingers ...
... cloud - shadows , each other chase . One instant , his fingers grasp his knife , For a last vain struggle for cherished life , The next , he hurls the blade away , And kneels at his altar's foot to pray ; Over his beads his fingers ...
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... cloud , Like a new heaven , shine upward from the lake Of Winnepiseogee ; and had felt The sunrise breezes , midst the leafyisles Which stoop their summer beauty to the lips Of the bright waters . We had checked our steeds , Silent with ...
... cloud , Like a new heaven , shine upward from the lake Of Winnepiseogee ; and had felt The sunrise breezes , midst the leafyisles Which stoop their summer beauty to the lips Of the bright waters . We had checked our steeds , Silent with ...
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... cloud - curtained cradle so cold and so lone , From the arms of that wintry - locked mother of stone , By hills hung with forests , through vales wide and free , Thy mountain - born brightness glanced down to the sea ! No bridge arched ...
... cloud - curtained cradle so cold and so lone , From the arms of that wintry - locked mother of stone , By hills hung with forests , through vales wide and free , Thy mountain - born brightness glanced down to the sea ! No bridge arched ...
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... clouds or morning breeze ; Every dark intelligence , Secret soul , and influence Of all things which outward sense ... cloud , and fire and flood ; Burned for him the drifted snow , Bade through ice fresh lilies blow , And the leaves ...
... clouds or morning breeze ; Every dark intelligence , Secret soul , and influence Of all things which outward sense ... cloud , and fire and flood ; Burned for him the drifted snow , Bade through ice fresh lilies blow , And the leaves ...
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... cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair , In lonelier grace , to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside show's Its single leaf and fainter hue , Untrained and wildly free , yet still a sister rose ! Thus ...
... cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair , In lonelier grace , to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside show's Its single leaf and fainter hue , Untrained and wildly free , yet still a sister rose ! Thus ...
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Page 328 - It shivered the window, pane and sash ; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf; 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 - 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 237 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 247 - 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 brier-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown, And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
Page 275 - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!
Page 248 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay; " No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
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; My brother should sail a painted boat...
Page 389 - The wrong that pains my soul below I dare not throne above, I know not of His hate — I know His goodness and His love.
Page 296 - All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ; That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved His chastening turned me back ; That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good ; That...
Page 329 - 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.