The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 27
... Holy Mother ! keep our brothers ! Look Ximena , look once more : “ Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as before , Bearing on , in strange confusion , friend and foe- man , foot and horse , Like some wild and troubled ...
... Holy Mother ! keep our brothers ! Look Ximena , look once more : “ Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as before , Bearing on , in strange confusion , friend and foe- man , foot and horse , Like some wild and troubled ...
Pàgina 30
... holy angels ! oh , thou Christ of God , forgive ! " Sink , oh Night , among thy mountains ! let the cool , gray shadows fall Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight , wide ...
... holy angels ! oh , thou Christ of God , forgive ! " Sink , oh Night , among thy mountains ! let the cool , gray shadows fall Dying brothers , fighting demons , drop thy curtain over all ! Through the thickening winter twilight , wide ...
Pàgina 32
... do not need thy sword , Comrade mine , " said Ury's lord ; " Put it up I pray thee : Passive to his holy will , Trust I in my Master still , Even though he slay me . ” BARCLAY OF URY . " Pledges of thy love and 82 MISCELLANEOUS .
... do not need thy sword , Comrade mine , " said Ury's lord ; " Put it up I pray thee : Passive to his holy will , Trust I in my Master still , Even though he slay me . ” BARCLAY OF URY . " Pledges of thy love and 82 MISCELLANEOUS .
Pàgina 37
... holy speaking , Teacher sent of God , be near , Whispering through the day's cool silence , Let my spirit hear ! So , when thoughts of evil doers Waken scorn or hatred move , Shall a mournful fellow - feeling Temper all with love . 37 ...
... holy speaking , Teacher sent of God , be near , Whispering through the day's cool silence , Let my spirit hear ! So , when thoughts of evil doers Waken scorn or hatred move , Shall a mournful fellow - feeling Temper all with love . 37 ...
Pàgina 39
... rituals , and the savor Of gums and spices could the Unseen One please ; As if his ear could bend , with childish favor , To the poor flattery of the organ keys ' Feet red from war fields trod the church aisles holy Worship 85 88 89.
... rituals , and the savor Of gums and spices could the Unseen One please ; As if his ear could bend , with childish favor , To the poor flattery of the organ keys ' Feet red from war fields trod the church aisles holy Worship 85 88 89.
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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!