The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 7
... round the world ! Speed on the ship ! -But let her bear No merchandise of sin , No groaning cargo of despair Her roomy hold within . No Lethean drug for Eastern lands , Nor poison - draught for ours ; But honest fruits of toiling hands ...
... round the world ! Speed on the ship ! -But let her bear No merchandise of sin , No groaning cargo of despair Her roomy hold within . No Lethean drug for Eastern lands , Nor poison - draught for ours ; But honest fruits of toiling hands ...
Pàgina 8
... round all her shepherd homes , Bloom England's thorny hedges . The foremost still , by day or night , On moated mound or heather , Where'er the need of trampled right Brought toiling men together ; Where the free burghers from the wall ...
... round all her shepherd homes , Bloom England's thorny hedges . The foremost still , by day or night , On moated mound or heather , Where'er the need of trampled right Brought toiling men together ; Where the free burghers from the wall ...
Pàgina 9
... round Among the old celestials ! Rap ! rap ! -your stout and bluff brogan , With footsteps slow and weary , May wander where the sky's blue span Shuts down upon the prairie . On Beauty's foot , your slippers glance , By Saratoga's ...
... round Among the old celestials ! Rap ! rap ! -your stout and bluff brogan , With footsteps slow and weary , May wander where the sky's blue span Shuts down upon the prairie . On Beauty's foot , your slippers glance , By Saratoga's ...
Pàgina 20
... round our woodland quarters , Sad - voiced Autumn grieves ; Thickly down these swelling waters Float his fallen leaves . Through the tall and naked timber , Column - like and old , Gleam the sunsets of November , From their skies of ...
... round our woodland quarters , Sad - voiced Autumn grieves ; Thickly down these swelling waters Float his fallen leaves . Through the tall and naked timber , Column - like and old , Gleam the sunsets of November , From their skies of ...
Pàgina 39
... Round fane and altar overthrown and broken , O'er tree - grown barrow and gray ring of stone . Blind Faith had martyrs in those old high places , The Syrian hill grove and the Druid's wood , With mothers ' offering , to the Fiend's ...
... Round fane and altar overthrown and broken , O'er tree - grown barrow and gray ring of stone . Blind Faith had martyrs in those old high places , The Syrian hill grove and the Druid's wood , With mothers ' offering , to the Fiend's ...
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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!