The Writings of John Greenleaf Whittier in 7 V, Том 3Macmillan & Company, 1889 |
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Стр. 172 - re flowing from our native hills As our free rivers flow ; The blessing of our Mother-land Is on us as we go. We go to plant her common schools, On distant...
Стр. 286 - So haply these, my simple lays Of homely toil, may serve to show The orchard bloom and tasselled maize That skirt and gladden duty's ways, The unsung beauty hid life's common things below.
Стр. 53 - Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Стр. 292 - In the darkness as in daylight, On the water as on land, God's eye is looking on us, And beneath us is his hand ! Death will find us soon or later, On the deck or in the cot ; And we cannot meet him better Than in working out our lot.
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