The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... Shadow and the Light . 345 The Gift of Tritemius ... 348 The Eve of Election . The Over - Heart .. 350 353 In Remembrance of Joseph Sturge . 355 Trinitas 358 My Psalm ... The Old Burying - Ground The Pipes at Lucknow . Le Marais du ...
... Shadow and the Light . 345 The Gift of Tritemius ... 348 The Eve of Election . The Over - Heart .. 350 353 In Remembrance of Joseph Sturge . 355 Trinitas 358 My Psalm ... The Old Burying - Ground The Pipes at Lucknow . Le Marais du ...
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... the tranquil shadows lay ; From many a brown old farm - house , and hamlet without name , Their milking and their home - tasks done , the merry huskers came . VOL . II . 2 Swung o'er the heaped - up harvest , from pitchforks.
... the tranquil shadows lay ; From many a brown old farm - house , and hamlet without name , Their milking and their home - tasks done , the merry huskers came . VOL . II . 2 Swung o'er the heaped - up harvest , from pitchforks.
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... shadows fall Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight , wide apart the battle rolled , In its sheath the sabre rested , and the cannon's lips grew cold . But the noble Mexic ...
... shadows fall Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight , wide apart the battle rolled , In its sheath the sabre rested , and the cannon's lips grew cold . But the noble Mexic ...
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... shadow , overcasting All heaven above , and blighting earth below , The scourge grew red , the lip grew pale with fast- ing , And man's oblation was his fear and woe ! Then through great temples swelled the dismal moaning Of dirge ...
... shadow , overcasting All heaven above , and blighting earth below , The scourge grew red , the lip grew pale with fast- ing , And man's oblation was his fear and woe ! Then through great temples swelled the dismal moaning Of dirge ...
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... shadow may never be less That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below , And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin - vine grow , And thy life be as sweet , and its last sunset sky Golden - tinted and fair as thy own Pumpkin Pie ...
... shadow may never be less That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below , And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin - vine grow , And thy life be as sweet , and its last sunset sky Golden - tinted and fair as thy own Pumpkin Pie ...
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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!