The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJames R. Osgood, 1871 - 430 pàgines |
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... Summer To Leggett's Monument SONGS OF LABOR , AND OTHER Poems . Dedication The Ship - Builders . The Shoemakers The Drovers . The Fishermen The Huskers The Corn - Song The Lumbermen MISCELLANEOUS . The Angels of Buena Vista Forgiveness ...
... Summer To Leggett's Monument SONGS OF LABOR , AND OTHER Poems . Dedication The Ship - Builders . The Shoemakers The Drovers . The Fishermen The Huskers The Corn - Song The Lumbermen MISCELLANEOUS . The Angels of Buena Vista Forgiveness ...
Pàgina viii
... Summer by the Lakeside . 194 195 . 197 198 198 199 . 199 200 . 200 201 . 203 203 • 203 204 204 204 205 206 207 208 • 208 208 . 210 210 211 215 . 224 The Hermit of the Thebaid . Burns William Forster . viii CONTENTS .
... Summer by the Lakeside . 194 195 . 197 198 198 199 . 199 200 . 200 201 . 203 203 • 203 204 204 204 205 206 207 208 • 208 208 . 210 210 211 215 . 224 The Hermit of the Thebaid . Burns William Forster . viii CONTENTS .
Pàgina xvi
... summer's day , From the leaping brook to the Saco river , - And the fair - haired girl , thou hast sought of me , Shall sit in the Sachem's wigwam , and be The wife of Mogg Megone forever . " There's a sudden light in the Indian's ...
... summer's day , From the leaping brook to the Saco river , - And the fair - haired girl , thou hast sought of me , Shall sit in the Sachem's wigwam , and be The wife of Mogg Megone forever . " There's a sudden light in the Indian's ...
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... summer's day, From the leaping brooks to the Saco river, - And the air-hairedgiri,thouhast sought or me, Shall ** the Sachem's wigwam, and . The wife of Mogg Megone forever.” There's a sudden Sght in the I-diar's stance, A*ert's trave ...
... summer's day, From the leaping brooks to the Saco river, - And the air-hairedgiri,thouhast sought or me, Shall ** the Sachem's wigwam, and . The wife of Mogg Megone forever.” There's a sudden Sght in the I-diar's stance, A*ert's trave ...
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... rock . Bathed in the autumnal sunshine , stirred At intervals by breeze and bird , And wearing all the hues which glow In heaven's own pure and perfect bow , That glorious picture of the air , Which summer'slight - Part II Part III.
... rock . Bathed in the autumnal sunshine , stirred At intervals by breeze and bird , And wearing all the hues which glow In heaven's own pure and perfect bow , That glorious picture of the air , Which summer'slight - Part II Part III.
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The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Selected John G. Whittier Visualització de fragments - 1969 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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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...