The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 20
... fathers trod ; Still let us , for his golden corn , Send up our thanks to God ! THE LUMBERMEN . WILDLY round our woodland quarters , Sad - voiced Autumn grieves ; Thickly down these swelling waters Float his fallen leaves . Through the ...
... fathers trod ; Still let us , for his golden corn , Send up our thanks to God ! THE LUMBERMEN . WILDLY round our woodland quarters , Sad - voiced Autumn grieves ; Thickly down these swelling waters Float his fallen leaves . Through the ...
Pàgina 30
... strange and Northern tongue . Not wholly lost , oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward , through its blood and ashes , spring afresh the Eden flowers ; BARCLAY OF URY . 31 From its smoking hell of 30 MISCELLANEOUS .
... strange and Northern tongue . Not wholly lost , oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward , through its blood and ashes , spring afresh the Eden flowers ; BARCLAY OF URY . 31 From its smoking hell of 30 MISCELLANEOUS .
Pàgina 39
... Father , is this : To visit the widows and the fatherless in their affliction , and to keep himself unspotted from the world . " - James i . 27. ] THE Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken , And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit ...
... Father , is this : To visit the widows and the fatherless in their affliction , and to keep himself unspotted from the world . " - James i . 27. ] THE Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken , And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit ...
Pàgina 40
... Father Requireth at his earthly children's hands : Not the poor offering of vain rites , but rather The simple duty man from man demands . For Earth he asks it : the full joy of Heaven Knoweth no change of waning or increase ; The great ...
... Father Requireth at his earthly children's hands : Not the poor offering of vain rites , but rather The simple duty man from man demands . For Earth he asks it : the full joy of Heaven Knoweth no change of waning or increase ; The great ...
Pàgina 41
... Father's temple , Each loving life a psalm of gratitude . Then shall all shackles fall ; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger , And in its ashes plant the tree ...
... Father's temple , Each loving life a psalm of gratitude . Then shall all shackles fall ; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger , And in its ashes plant the tree ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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 :
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 99 - O, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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!