The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... Look ! how she moves adown the grooves , In graceful beauty now ! How lowly on the breast she loves Sinks down her virgin prow 1 God bless her ! wheresoe'er the breeze Her snowy wing shall fan , Aside the frozen Hebrides , THE ...
... Look ! how she moves adown the grooves , In graceful beauty now ! How lowly on the breast she loves Sinks down her virgin prow 1 God bless her ! wheresoe'er the breeze Her snowy wing shall fan , Aside the frozen Hebrides , THE ...
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... Looks out upon us cheery . The landlord beckons from his door , His beechen fire is glowing ; These ample barns , with feed in store , Are filled to overflowing . From many a valley frowned across By brows of rugged mountains ; From ...
... Looks out upon us cheery . The landlord beckons from his door , His beechen fire is glowing ; These ample barns , with feed in store , Are filled to overflowing . From many a valley frowned across By brows of rugged mountains ; From ...
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... Looks out upon us cheery . To - morrow , eastward with our charge We'll go to meet the dawning , Ere yet the pines of Kéarsarge Have seen the sun of morning . When snow - flakes o'er the frozen earth , Instead of birds , are flitting ...
... Looks out upon us cheery . To - morrow , eastward with our charge We'll go to meet the dawning , Ere yet the pines of Kéarsarge Have seen the sun of morning . When snow - flakes o'er the frozen earth , Instead of birds , are flitting ...
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... looks the steeple , And the light - house from the sand ; And the scattered pines are waving Their farewell from the land . One glance , my lads , behind us , For the homes we leave one sigh , Ere we take the change and chances Of the ...
... looks the steeple , And the light - house from the sand ; And the scattered pines are waving Their farewell from the land . One glance , my lads , behind us , For the homes we leave one sigh , Ere we take the change and chances Of the ...
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... looks . From spire and barn , looked westerly the patient weather - cocks ; But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks . No sound was in the woodlands , save the squirrel's dropping shell , And the yellow leaves among ...
... looks . From spire and barn , looked westerly the patient weather - cocks ; But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks . No sound was in the woodlands , save the squirrel's dropping shell , And the yellow leaves among ...
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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!