The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 40
... hath truly spoken : The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost , and binds the spirit broken , And feeds the widow and the fatherless ! Types of our human weakness and our sorrow ! Who lives unhaunted by his loved ...
... hath truly spoken : The holier worship which he deigns to bless Restores the lost , and binds the spirit broken , And feeds the widow and the fatherless ! Types of our human weakness and our sorrow ! Who lives unhaunted by his loved ...
Pàgina 48
... Hath found no gray and skilled invader : So perished Albion's " glammarye , " With him in Melrose Abbey sleeping , His charmed torch beside his knee , That even the dead himself might see The magic scroll within his keeping . And now ...
... Hath found no gray and skilled invader : So perished Albion's " glammarye , " With him in Melrose Abbey sleeping , His charmed torch beside his knee , That even the dead himself might see The magic scroll within his keeping . And now ...
Pàgina 49
... hath set In the great waters , which have bound His granite ancles greenly round With long and tangled moss , and weeds with cool spray wet . Good - bye to Pain and Care ! I take Mine ease to - day ; Here where these sunny waters break ...
... hath set In the great waters , which have bound His granite ancles greenly round With long and tangled moss , and weeds with cool spray wet . Good - bye to Pain and Care ! I take Mine ease to - day ; Here where these sunny waters break ...
Pàgina 51
... Hath called thee from thy task - field , shall not lack Yet bolder champions , to beat bravely back The wrong which , through his poor ones , reaches Him : Yet firmer hands shall Freedom's torchlights trim , And wave.
... Hath called thee from thy task - field , shall not lack Yet bolder champions , to beat bravely back The wrong which , through his poor ones , reaches Him : Yet firmer hands shall Freedom's torchlights trim , And wave.
Pàgina 52
... hath fallen soft and clear , So at the weary close of day Hath seemed thy voice of cheer . That pilgrim pressing to his goal May pause not for the vision's sake , Yet all fair things within his soul The thought of it shall wake ; LINES ...
... hath fallen soft and clear , So at the weary close of day Hath seemed thy voice of cheer . That pilgrim pressing to his goal May pause not for the vision's sake , Yet all fair things within his soul The thought of it shall wake ; LINES ...
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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!