The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJames R. Osgood, 1871 - 430 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... Peace of Europe . - 1852 Wordsworth To In Peace Benedicite Pictures Derne Astræa Invocation The Cross . Eva To Fredrika Bremer April Stanzas for the Times . - 1850 . A Sabbath Scene Remembrance The Poor Voter on Election Day Trust ...
... Peace of Europe . - 1852 Wordsworth To In Peace Benedicite Pictures Derne Astræa Invocation The Cross . Eva To Fredrika Bremer April Stanzas for the Times . - 1850 . A Sabbath Scene Remembrance The Poor Voter on Election Day Trust ...
Pàgina xi
... Peace Autumn To the Thirty - Ninth Congress OCCASIONAL POEMS . The Eternal Goodness . Our Master The Vanishers Revisited The Common Question Bryant on his Birthday Hymn for the Opening of Thomas Starr King's House of Wor- ship , 1864 ...
... Peace Autumn To the Thirty - Ninth Congress OCCASIONAL POEMS . The Eternal Goodness . Our Master The Vanishers Revisited The Common Question Bryant on his Birthday Hymn for the Opening of Thomas Starr King's House of Wor- ship , 1864 ...
Pàgina 15
... Peace at rest , Sweetly brooding over it . 15 Three backward steps the Jesuit takes , - His long , thin frame as ague shakes ; And loathing hate is in his eye , As from his lips these words of fear Fall hoarsely on the maiden's ear ...
... Peace at rest , Sweetly brooding over it . 15 Three backward steps the Jesuit takes , - His long , thin frame as ague shakes ; And loathing hate is in his eye , As from his lips these words of fear Fall hoarsely on the maiden's ear ...
Pàgina 17
... peace which fills The Paradise of God forever , Resting on all its holy hills , And flowing with its crystal river , Let Christian hands no longer bear In triumph on his crimson car 17 The foul and idol god of war : No more the purple ...
... peace which fills The Paradise of God forever , Resting on all its holy hills , And flowing with its crystal river , Let Christian hands no longer bear In triumph on his crimson car 17 The foul and idol god of war : No more the purple ...
Pàgina 29
... peace and bows unstrung , Glowing with paint came old and young , In wampum and furs and feathers ar- rayed To the dance and feast the Bashaba made . Bird of the air and beast of the field , All which the woods and waters yield , On ...
... peace and bows unstrung , Glowing with paint came old and young , In wampum and furs and feathers ar- rayed To the dance and feast the Bashaba made . Bird of the air and beast of the field , All which the woods and waters yield , On ...
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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...