The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 35
... blood of labor Hardens into gold . “ Here the dying wail of Famine , There the battle's groan of pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain . " Where is God , that we should fear Him What the Voice said.
... blood of labor Hardens into gold . “ Here the dying wail of Famine , There the battle's groan of pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain . " Where is God , that we should fear Him What the Voice said.
Pàgina 36
... fear Him " Thus the earth - born Titans say ; ' God ! if thou art living , hear us ! Thus the weak ones pray . " Thou , the patient Heaven upbraiding , " Spake a solemn Voice within ; " Weary of our Lord's forbearance , Art thou free ...
... fear Him " Thus the earth - born Titans say ; ' God ! if thou art living , hear us ! Thus the weak ones pray . " Thou , the patient Heaven upbraiding , " Spake a solemn Voice within ; " Weary of our Lord's forbearance , Art thou free ...
Pàgina 39
... fear and woe ! Then through great temples swelled the dismal moaning Of dirge - like music and sepulchral prayer ; Pale wizard priests , o'er occult symbols droning , Swung their white censers in the burdened air : As if the pomp of ...
... fear and woe ! Then through great temples swelled the dismal moaning Of dirge - like music and sepulchral prayer ; Pale wizard priests , o'er occult symbols droning , Swung their white censers in the burdened air : As if the pomp of ...
Pàgina 41
... fear , And the devil of Martin Luther sat By the stout monk's side in social chat . The Old Man of the Sea , on the neck of him Who seven times crossed the deep , Twined closely each lean and withered limb , Like the nightmare in one's ...
... fear , And the devil of Martin Luther sat By the stout monk's side in social chat . The Old Man of the Sea , on the neck of him Who seven times crossed the deep , Twined closely each lean and withered limb , Like the nightmare in one's ...
Pàgina 57
... fear Of which the coming life is made , And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade . The tissue of the Life to be We weave with colors all our own , And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown . Still shall the ...
... fear Of which the coming life is made , And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade . The tissue of the Life to be We weave with colors all our own , And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown . Still shall the ...
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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!