The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... faces , holy angels ! oh , thou Christ of God , forgive ! " Sink , oh Night , among thy mountains ! let the cool , gray shadows fall Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight ...
... faces , holy angels ! oh , thou Christ of God , forgive ! " Sink , oh Night , among thy mountains ! let the cool , gray shadows fall Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight ...
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... face , And cold hands folded over a still heart , Pass the green threshold of our common grave , Whither all footsteps tend , whence none depart , Awed for myself , and pitying my race , Our common sorrow , like a mighty wave , Swept ...
... face , And cold hands folded over a still heart , Pass the green threshold of our common grave , Whither all footsteps tend , whence none depart , Awed for myself , and pitying my race , Our common sorrow , like a mighty wave , Swept ...
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... face looks on me worn and pale . And when she reads some merrier song , Her voice is glad as an April bird's , And when the tale is of war and wrong , A trumpet's summons is in her words , And the rush of the hosts I seem to hear , And ...
... face looks on me worn and pale . And when she reads some merrier song , Her voice is glad as an April bird's , And when the tale is of war and wrong , A trumpet's summons is in her words , And the rush of the hosts I seem to hear , And ...
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... faces we carved in its skin , Glaring out through the dark with a candle within When we laughed round the corn - heap , with hearts all in tune , Our chair a broad pumpkin - our lantern the moon Telling tales of the fairy who travelled ...
... faces we carved in its skin , Glaring out through the dark with a candle within When we laughed round the corn - heap , with hearts all in tune , Our chair a broad pumpkin - our lantern the moon Telling tales of the fairy who travelled ...
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... face of a musing boy ; Yet while I gazed a sense of awe Seemed blending with my joy . A simple print : -the graceful flow Of boyhood's soft and wavy hair , And fresh young lip and cheek , and brow Unmarked and clear , were there . Yet ...
... face of a musing boy ; Yet while I gazed a sense of awe Seemed blending with my joy . A simple print : -the graceful flow Of boyhood's soft and wavy hair , And fresh young lip and cheek , and brow Unmarked and clear , were there . Yet ...
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Стр. 232 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Стр. 118 - That all of good the past hath had, Remains to make our own time glad ; Our common daily life divine, And every land a Palestine.
Стр. 261 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Стр. 319 - Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea, — Looked for the coming that might not be!
Стр. 320 - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
Стр. 261 - Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, « And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, "It might have been.
Стр. 368 - 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 death seems but a covered way which opens into light, wherein no blinded child can stray beyond the Father's sight...
Стр. 99 - O, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night.
Стр. 119 - Through the harsh noises of our day A low, sweet prelude finds its way ; Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear, A light is breaking, calm and clear. That song of Love, now low and far, Ere long shall swell from star to star! That light, the breaking day, which tips The golden-spired Apocalypse...
Стр. 84 - I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be; The first low wash of waves, where soon Shall roll a human sea. The rudiments of empire here Are plastic yet and warm; The chaos of a mighty world Is rounding into form!