The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... faith , Proved on many a field of death , Not by me are needed . " Marvelled much that henchman bold , That his laird , so stout of old , Now so meekly pleaded . " Woe's the day , " he sadly said , With a slowly - shaking head , And a ...
... faith , Proved on many a field of death , Not by me are needed . " Marvelled much that henchman bold , That his laird , so stout of old , Now so meekly pleaded . " Woe's the day , " he sadly said , With a slowly - shaking head , And a ...
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... Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking ; Knowing God's own time is best , In a patient hope I rest For the full day - breaking ' " So the Laird of Ury said , Turning slow his horse's head Towards the Tolbooth prison ...
... Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking ; Knowing God's own time is best , In a patient hope I rest For the full day - breaking ' " So the Laird of Ury said , Turning slow his horse's head Towards the Tolbooth prison ...
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... Faith is dying ; With the brute the man is sold ; And the dropping blood of labor Hardens into gold . “ Here the dying wail of Famine , There the battle's groan of pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain ...
... Faith is dying ; With the brute the man is sold ; And the dropping blood of labor Hardens into gold . “ Here the dying wail of Famine , There the battle's groan of pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain ...
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... Faith had martyrs in those old high places , The Syrian hill grove and the Druid's wood , With mothers ' offering , to the Fiend's embraces , Bone of their bone , and blood of their own blood . Red altars , kindling through that night ...
... Faith had martyrs in those old high places , The Syrian hill grove and the Druid's wood , With mothers ' offering , to the Fiend's embraces , Bone of their bone , and blood of their own blood . Red altars , kindling through that night ...
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... of thought No ! -- Even my weak and trembling faith Can lift for thee the veil which doubt And human fear have drawn about The all - awaiting scene of death . LUCY HOOPER . Even as thou wast I see thee 58 MISCELLANEOUS .
... of thought No ! -- Even my weak and trembling faith Can lift for thee the veil which doubt And human fear have drawn about The all - awaiting scene of death . LUCY HOOPER . Even as thou wast I see thee 58 MISCELLANEOUS .
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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!