The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, Volum 2Ticknor and Fields, 1868 |
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Pàgina 3
... wood ! Yet birds will sing , and breezes play Their leaf - harps in the sombre tree ; And through the bleak and wintry day It keeps its steady green alway , — So , even my after - thoughts may have a charm for thee . Art's perfect forms ...
... wood ! Yet birds will sing , and breezes play Their leaf - harps in the sombre tree ; And through the bleak and wintry day It keeps its steady green alway , — So , even my after - thoughts may have a charm for thee . Art's perfect forms ...
Pàgina 10
... woods are dim before us The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us . The night is falling , comrades mine , Our foot - sore beasts are weary , And through yon elms the tavern sign Looks out upon us cheery . The ...
... woods are dim before us The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us . The night is falling , comrades mine , Our foot - sore beasts are weary , And through yon elms the tavern sign Looks out upon us cheery . The ...
Pàgina 11
... wood and glen , Our stately drove we follow . Through dust - clouds rising thick and dun , As smoke of battle o'er us , Their white horns glisten in the sun , Like plumes and crests before us . We see them slowly climb the hill , As ...
... wood and glen , Our stately drove we follow . Through dust - clouds rising thick and dun , As smoke of battle o'er us , Their white horns glisten in the sun , Like plumes and crests before us . We see them slowly climb the hill , As ...
Pàgina 12
... woods are dim before us , The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us . The cricket to the frog's bassoon His shrillest time is keeping ; The sickle of yon setting moon The meadow - mist is reaping . The night is ...
... woods are dim before us , The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us . The cricket to the frog's bassoon His shrillest time is keeping ; The sickle of yon setting moon The meadow - mist is reaping . The night is ...
Pàgina 14
... wood freely toss , And the footstep of the Mickmack Has no sound upon the moss . There we'll drop our lines , and gather Old Ocean's treasures in , Where'er the mottled mackerel Turns up a steel - dark fin . The sea's our field of ...
... wood freely toss , And the footstep of the Mickmack Has no sound upon the moss . There we'll drop our lines , and gather Old Ocean's treasures in , Where'er the mottled mackerel Turns up a steel - dark fin . The sea's our field of ...
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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!