The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierHoughton, Osgood & Company, 1879 - Всего страниц: 505 |
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... golden days , Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase , Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew . Yet , vainly in my quiet hours To breathe their marvellous notes I try ; · I feel them , as the leaves and flowers In silence feel ...
... golden days , Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase , Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew . Yet , vainly in my quiet hours To breathe their marvellous notes I try ; · I feel them , as the leaves and flowers In silence feel ...
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... - Songs 425 427 4294 429 430 431 431 432 432 433 434 436 436 439 442 442 453 454 455 456 457 458 458 458 459 460 461 463 465 468 471 472 473 475 476 477 478 479 CONTENTS . xiii The Golden Wedding of Longwood Kinsman Vesta xii CONTENTS .
... - Songs 425 427 4294 429 430 431 431 432 432 433 434 436 436 439 442 442 453 454 455 456 457 458 458 458 459 460 461 463 465 468 471 472 473 475 476 477 478 479 CONTENTS . xiii The Golden Wedding of Longwood Kinsman Vesta xii CONTENTS .
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John Greenleaf Whittier. CONTENTS . xiii The Golden Wedding of Longwood Kinsman Vesta The Healer A Christmas Carmen Hymn . POEMS BY ELIZABETH H. WHITTIER . The Dream of Argyle Lines written on the Departure of Joseph Sturge John Quincy ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. CONTENTS . xiii The Golden Wedding of Longwood Kinsman Vesta The Healer A Christmas Carmen Hymn . POEMS BY ELIZABETH H. WHITTIER . The Dream of Argyle Lines written on the Departure of Joseph Sturge John Quincy ...
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... golden corn , By laughing girls , whose dark eyes glow Wild through the locks which o'er them flow . The wrinkled squaw , whose toil is done , Sits on her bear - skin in the sun , Watching the huskers , with a smile For each full ear ...
... golden corn , By laughing girls , whose dark eyes glow Wild through the locks which o'er them flow . The wrinkled squaw , whose toil is done , Sits on her bear - skin in the sun , Watching the huskers , with a smile For each full ear ...
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... golden line On the ample floor within ; Where upon that earth - floor stark , Lay the gaudy mats of bark , With the bear's hide , rough and dark And the red - deer's skin . Window - tracery , small and slight , Woven of 26 THE BRIDAL OF ...
... golden line On the ample floor within ; Where upon that earth - floor stark , Lay the gaudy mats of bark , With the bear's hide , rough and dark And the red - deer's skin . Window - tracery , small and slight , Woven of 26 THE BRIDAL OF ...
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Стр. 328 - It shivered the window, pane and sash ; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf; She leaned far out on the window-sill And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Стр. 389 - On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Стр. 237 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Стр. 247 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees ; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown, And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
Стр. 275 - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!
Стр. 248 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay; " No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Стр. 247 - He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine. "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat...
Стр. 389 - The wrong that pains my soul below I dare not throne above, I know not of His hate — I know His goodness and His love.
Стр. 296 - All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. 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...
Стр. 329 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.