The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: With Notes, Index of First Lines and Chronological ListH. Frowde, 1904 - 598 pàgines |
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... slavery and not of slave - masters . ( ' No common wrong provoked our zeal , The silken gauntlet which is thrown In such a quarrel rings like steel . ' Even Thomas Jefferson , in his terrible denunciation of Slavery in the Notes on ...
... slavery and not of slave - masters . ( ' No common wrong provoked our zeal , The silken gauntlet which is thrown In such a quarrel rings like steel . ' Even Thomas Jefferson , in his terrible denunciation of Slavery in the Notes on ...
Pàgina xii
... Slave - Ships 288 A Sabbath Scene • 340 Expostulation . 290 In the Evil Days 341 Hymn : ' O Thou , whose presence ... Slave Le Marais du Cygne 349 Mother • 303 The Relic . Pennsylvania Hall The New Year The World's Convention ...
... Slave - Ships 288 A Sabbath Scene • 340 Expostulation . 290 In the Evil Days 341 Hymn : ' O Thou , whose presence ... Slave Le Marais du Cygne 349 Mother • 303 The Relic . Pennsylvania Hall The New Year The World's Convention ...
Pàgina 39
... slave lies on the ground , amid a crowd of spec- tators , who look on , animated by all the various emotions of sympathy , rage , terror ; a woman , in front , with a child in her arms , has always been admired for the lifelike vivacity ...
... slave lies on the ground , amid a crowd of spec- tators , who look on , animated by all the various emotions of sympathy , rage , terror ; a woman , in front , with a child in her arms , has always been admired for the lifelike vivacity ...
Pàgina 72
... slave ! 55 ' Who doth such wrong , ' he was wont to say , In his own quaint , picture - loving way , ' Flings up to Heaven a hand - grenade Which God shall cast down upon his head ! ' The hills curve round like a bended how ; A silver ...
... slave ! 55 ' Who doth such wrong , ' he was wont to say , In his own quaint , picture - loving way , ' Flings up to Heaven a hand - grenade Which God shall cast down upon his head ! ' The hills curve round like a bended how ; A silver ...
Pàgina 77
... slave - ship speed from coast to coast , Fanned by the wings of the Holy Ghost ; And begged , for the love of Christ , the gold 77 Under the spell of a voice which took In its compass the flow of Siloa's brook , 235 And the mystical ...
... slave - ship speed from coast to coast , Fanned by the wings of the Holy Ghost ; And begged , for the love of Christ , the gold 77 Under the spell of a voice which took In its compass the flow of Siloa's brook , 235 And the mystical ...
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Amesbury angels beauty beneath blessed bloom breath brow Brown Dwarf calm Cape Ann cloud cold dark dead dear death dream earth Esbern Snare eternal evermore evil eyes fair faith fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feet fire flowers Freedom Frémont God's Goody Cole grace grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human Joseph Sturge land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord Merrimac mountain never night Norridgewock o'er pain peace Pennacook pines poor praise prayer Quaker river rock round sail shade shadow shame shine shore silent sing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit strong summer sunset sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread trees truth unto vales voice wall warm waves weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong ΙΟ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 431 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy!
Pàgina 375 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread. Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Pàgina 432 - Cheerily, then, my little man, 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...
Pàgina 576 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and Man's unconquerable mind.
Pàgina 51 - The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, And saw Maud Muller standing still. "A form more fair, a face more sweet Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair.
Pàgina 374 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Pàgina 52 - Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! 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: "It might have been...
Pàgina 432 - How the oriole's nest is hung; Where the whitest lilies blow, Where the freshest berries grow, Where the ground-nut trails its vine, Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans!
Pàgina 375 - Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Pàgina 204 - Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.