The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJames R. Osgood, 1871 - 430 pàgines |
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Pàgina xvi
... hand of iron and foot of cork ? Has Scamman , versed in Indian wile , For vengeance left his vine - hung isle ? Hark ! at that whistle , soft and low , How lights the eye of Mogg Megone ! A smile gleams o'er his dusky brow , " Boon ...
... hand of iron and foot of cork ? Has Scamman , versed in Indian wile , For vengeance left his vine - hung isle ? Hark ! at that whistle , soft and low , How lights the eye of Mogg Megone ! A smile gleams o'er his dusky brow , " Boon ...
Pàgina 2
... hand upraised , with quick - drawn breath , She meets that ghastly sign of death . In one long , glassy , spectral stare The enlarging eye is fastened there , As if that mesh of pale brown hair Had power to change at sight alone , Even ...
... hand upraised , with quick - drawn breath , She meets that ghastly sign of death . In one long , glassy , spectral stare The enlarging eye is fastened there , As if that mesh of pale brown hair Had power to change at sight alone , Even ...
Pàgina 7
... hand , repressed ! And how , upon that nameless woe , Quick as the pulse can come and go , While shakes the unsteadfast knee , and yet The bosom heaves , - the eye is wet , - Has thy dark spirit power to stay The heart's wild current on ...
... hand , repressed ! And how , upon that nameless woe , Quick as the pulse can come and go , While shakes the unsteadfast knee , and yet The bosom heaves , - the eye is wet , - Has thy dark spirit power to stay The heart's wild current on ...
Pàgina 8
... hand The rattling stock of his loaded gun , - " Should send thee with him to do thy weeping !! " Father ! " - the eye of Bonython Sinks at that low , sepulchral tone , Hollow and deep , as it were spoken - By the unmoving tongue of ...
... hand The rattling stock of his loaded gun , - " Should send thee with him to do thy weeping !! " Father ! " - the eye of Bonython Sinks at that low , sepulchral tone , Hollow and deep , as it were spoken - By the unmoving tongue of ...
Pàgina 15
... hand , his eyes , With the other he makes the holy sign . " I smote him as I would a worm ; - With heart as steeled ... hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of pain , Baffled in thy life - long quest , Overworn with toiling vain , How ill ...
... hand , his eyes , With the other he makes the holy sign . " I smote him as I would a worm ; - With heart as steeled ... hands pressed On thy throbbing brow of pain , Baffled in thy life - long quest , Overworn with toiling vain , How ill ...
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The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Selected John G. Whittier Visualització de fragments - 1969 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 377 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Pàgina 322 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town.
Pàgina 322 - 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 326 - Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of freedom and union, wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law ; And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below in Frederick town ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CAUSE OF THE SOUTH.
Pàgina 345 - We shared the fishing off Boar's Head, And round the rocky Isles of Shoals The hake-broil on the drift-wood coals ; The chowder on the sand-beach made, Dipped by the hungry, steaming hot, With spoons of clam-shell from the pot. We heard the tales of witchcraft old, And dream and sign and marvel told To sleepy listeners as they lay Stretched idly on the salted hay, Adrift along the winding shores, When favoring breezes deigned to blow The square sail of the gundelow And idle lay the useless oars.
Pàgina 229 - Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the door-stone, gray and rude! O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Pàgina 278 - O playmate in the golden time ! Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean. The winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago.
Pàgina 326 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Pàgina 72 - Gone, gone,—sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters,— Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Pàgina 240 - ... 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...