The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... green , Where youth's enchanted forest stood , Dry root and mosséd trunk between , A sober after - growth is seen , As springs the pine where falls the gay - leafed maple wood ! Yet birds will sing , and breezes play Their leaf - harps ...
... green , Where youth's enchanted forest stood , Dry root and mosséd trunk between , A sober after - growth is seen , As springs the pine where falls the gay - leafed maple wood ! Yet birds will sing , and breezes play Their leaf - harps ...
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... the river fountains ; From quiet farm - fields , green and low , And bright with blooming clover ; From vales of corn the wandering crow No richer hovers over THE DROVERS . Day after day our way has been 10 SONGS OF LABOR . The Drovers.
... the river fountains ; From quiet farm - fields , green and low , And bright with blooming clover ; From vales of corn the wandering crow No richer hovers over THE DROVERS . Day after day our way has been 10 SONGS OF LABOR . The Drovers.
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... green the lowland's drouth , The mountain streamlet passes . But now the day is closing cool , The woods are dim before us , The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us . The cricket to the frog's bassoon His ...
... green the lowland's drouth , The mountain streamlet passes . But now the day is closing cool , The woods are dim before us , The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us . The cricket to the frog's bassoon His ...
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... green with grass again ; The first sharp frosts had fallen , leaving all the woodlands gay With the hues of summer's rainbow , or the meadow- flowers of May . Through a thin , dry mist , that morning , the sun rose broad and red , At ...
... green with grass again ; The first sharp frosts had fallen , leaving all the woodlands gay With the hues of summer's rainbow , or the meadow- flowers of May . Through a thin , dry mist , that morning , the sun rose broad and red , At ...
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... dry , Where June winds rolled , in light and shade , the pale - green waves of rye ; But still , on gentle hill - slopes , in valleys fringed with wood , THE HUSKERS . 17 Ungathered , bleaching in the sun 16 SONGS OF LABOR .
... dry , Where June winds rolled , in light and shade , the pale - green waves of rye ; But still , on gentle hill - slopes , in valleys fringed with wood , THE HUSKERS . 17 Ungathered , bleaching in the sun 16 SONGS OF LABOR .
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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!