The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 6
... grave ! Ho ! -strike away the bars and blocks , And set the good ship free ! Why lingers on these dusty rocks The young bride of the sea ? Look ! how she moves adown the grooves , In graceful beauty now ! How lowly on the breast she ...
... grave ! Ho ! -strike away the bars and blocks , And set the good ship free ! Why lingers on these dusty rocks The young bride of the sea ? Look ! how she moves adown the grooves , In graceful beauty now ! How lowly on the breast she ...
Pàgina 31
... grave , Whither all footsteps tend , whence none depart , Awed for myself , and pitying my race , Our common sorrow , like a mighty wave , Swept all my pride away , and trembling I for gave ! BARCLAY OF URY.2 Up the streets of Aberdeen ...
... grave , Whither all footsteps tend , whence none depart , Awed for myself , and pitying my race , Our common sorrow , like a mighty wave , Swept all my pride away , and trembling I for gave ! BARCLAY OF URY.2 Up the streets of Aberdeen ...
Pàgina 40
... grave , No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding , Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave . For he whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken : The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost , and binds the spirit broken ...
... grave , No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding , Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave . For he whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken : The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost , and binds the spirit broken ...
Pàgina 59
... breaking Upon the dream - worn sleeper , waking- A change from twilight into day . They've laid thee midst the household graves , Where father , brother , sister lie ; 59 Below thee sweep the dark blue waves , Above thee.
... breaking Upon the dream - worn sleeper , waking- A change from twilight into day . They've laid thee midst the household graves , Where father , brother , sister lie ; 59 Below thee sweep the dark blue waves , Above thee.
Pàgina 64
... grave ? What dust upon the spirit lies ? God keeps the sacred life he gave- The prophet never dies ! TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES B. STORRS , LATE PRESIDENT OF WESTERN RESERVE COLLEGE . THOU hast fallen in thine armor , Thou martyr of the ...
... grave ? What dust upon the spirit lies ? God keeps the sacred life he gave- The prophet never dies ! TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES B. STORRS , LATE PRESIDENT OF WESTERN RESERVE COLLEGE . THOU hast fallen in thine armor , Thou martyr of the ...
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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!