The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... face his mother's ? did she watch beside her child ? All his stranger words with meaning her woman's heart supplied ; With her kiss upon his forehead , " Mother ! " mur- mured he , and died ! " A bitter curse upon them , poor boy , THE ...
... face his mother's ? did she watch beside her child ? All his stranger words with meaning her woman's heart supplied ; With her kiss upon his forehead , " Mother ! " mur- mured he , and died ! " A bitter curse upon them , poor boy , THE ...
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... faces , holy angels ! oh , thou Christ of God , forgive ! " Sink , oh Night , among thy mountains ! let the cool , gray shadows fall ; Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight ...
... faces , holy angels ! oh , thou Christ of God , forgive ! " Sink , oh Night , among thy mountains ! let the cool , gray shadows fall ; Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight ...
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... face , And cold hands folded over a still heart , Pass the green threshold of our common grave , Whither all footsteps tend , whence none depart , Awed for myself , and pitying my race , Our common sorrow , like a mighty wave , Swept ...
... face , And cold hands folded over a still heart , Pass the green threshold of our common grave , Whither all footsteps tend , whence none depart , Awed for myself , and pitying my race , Our common sorrow , like a mighty wave , Swept ...
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... face looks on me worn and pale . And when she reads some merrier song , Her voice is glad as an April bird's , And when the tale is of war and wrong , A trumpet's summons is in her words , And the rush of the hosts I seem to hear , And ...
... face looks on me worn and pale . And when she reads some merrier song , Her voice is glad as an April bird's , And when the tale is of war and wrong , A trumpet's summons is in her words , And the rush of the hosts I seem to hear , And ...
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... faces we carved in its skin , Glaring out through the dark with a candle within ! When we laughed round the corn - heap , with hearts all in tune , Our chair a broad pumpkin - our lantern the moon , Telling tales of the fairy who ...
... faces we carved in its skin , Glaring out through the dark with a candle within ! When we laughed round the corn - heap , with hearts all in tune , Our chair a broad pumpkin - our lantern the moon , Telling tales of the fairy who ...
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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. 258 - For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
Стр. 19 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away.
Стр. 16 - And, beneath it, pond and meadow lay brighter, greener still. And shouting boys in woodland haunts caught glimpses of that sky, Flecked by the many-tinted leaves, and laughed, they knew not why ; And school-girls, gay with aster-flowers, beside the meadow brooks, Mingled the glow of autumn with the sunshine of sweet looks. From spire and barn looked westerly the patient weathercocks ; But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks. No sound was in the woodlands, save the squirrel's dropping...
Стр. 32 - Comrade mine," said Ury's lord ; " Put it up, I pray thee : Passive to his holy will, Trust I in my Master still, Even though he slay me. " Pledges of thy love and faith, Proved on many a field of death, Not by me are needed.
Стр. 260 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, 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,
Стр. 50 - The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing. Serene and mild the untried light May have its dawning; And, as in summer's northern night The evening and the dawn unite, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning. I sit alone; in foam and spray Wave after wave Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, Shoulder the broken tide away, Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave.
Стр. 99 - Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark. From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.
Стр. 30 - But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food ; Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost...
Стр. 31 - UP the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury ; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, Pressed the mob in fury. Flouted him the drunken churl, Jeered at him the serving-girl, Prompt to please her master ; And the begging carlin, late Fed and clothed at Ury's gate, Cursed him as he passed her. Yet, with calm and stately mien, Up the streets of Aberdeen Came he slowly riding ; And, to all he saw and heard, Answering not with bitter word, Turning...