The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1894 - 542 pàgines |
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Pàgina ix
... LIGHT THE PUMPKIN THE CRY OF A LOST SOUL FORGIVENESS ANDREW RYKMAN'S PRAYER TO MY SISTER . THE ANSWER . MY THANKS THE ETERNAL GOODNESS . REMEMBRANCE THE COMMON QUESTION MY NAMESAKE OUR MASTER A MEMORY THE MEETING • MY DREAM . THE CLEAR ...
... LIGHT THE PUMPKIN THE CRY OF A LOST SOUL FORGIVENESS ANDREW RYKMAN'S PRAYER TO MY SISTER . THE ANSWER . MY THANKS THE ETERNAL GOODNESS . REMEMBRANCE THE COMMON QUESTION MY NAMESAKE OUR MASTER A MEMORY THE MEETING • MY DREAM . THE CLEAR ...
Pàgina xviii
... light which shatters the evil , for it is an epitome of homely work and a family life lived in the eye of God , " duty keeping pace with all , " and the whole issuing in that large hope . " Life greatens in these later years , The ...
... light which shatters the evil , for it is an epitome of homely work and a family life lived in the eye of God , " duty keeping pace with all , " and the whole issuing in that large hope . " Life greatens in these later years , The ...
Pàgina 3
... light they vie ; I have brought them with me a weary way , will my gentle lady buy ? ' -- The lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls Which veiled her brow , as she bent to view his silks and glittering ...
... light they vie ; I have brought them with me a weary way , will my gentle lady buy ? ' -- The lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls Which veiled her brow , as she bent to view his silks and glittering ...
Pàgina 10
... light spray from each rushing prow ? Have they not in the North Sea's blast Bowed to the waves the straining mast ? Their frozen sails the low , pale sun Of Thule's night has shone upon ; Flapped by the sea - wind's gusty sweep Round ...
... light spray from each rushing prow ? Have they not in the North Sea's blast Bowed to the waves the straining mast ? Their frozen sails the low , pale sun Of Thule's night has shone upon ; Flapped by the sea - wind's gusty sweep Round ...
Pàgina 22
... light the lamp is throwing On the mirror's antique mould , High - backed chair , and wainscot old , And , through faded curtains stealing , His dark sleeping face revealing . Listless lies the strong man there , Silver - streaked his ...
... light the lamp is throwing On the mirror's antique mould , High - backed chair , and wainscot old , And , through faded curtains stealing , His dark sleeping face revealing . Listless lies the strong man there , Silver - streaked his ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1892 |
The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1895 |
The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1879 |
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Abraham Davenport Amesbury angels beauty beneath bless blood bloom brave breath brow Brown Dwarf calm chain cloud 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 grave gray green hand hath Haverhill hear heard heart heaven hills holy human Joseph Sturge land light lips living look Lord Lucy Larcom Merrimac morning mountain never night Norridgewock o'er pain peace Pennacook pines poem poor praise prayer Quaker rock round shade shadow shame shine shore silent sing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit star strong sunset sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread truth unto voice wall waves weary Weetamoo Whittier wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
Passatges populars
Pàgina 399 - All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!
Pàgina 47 - Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah, me! That I the Judge's bride might be! He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine. "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat...
Pàgina 397 - 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, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Pàgina 397 - All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. 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...
Pàgina 187 - But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains ; A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone ; from those great eyes The soul has fled : When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead...
Pàgina 48 - 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 287 - We hunt your bondmen, flying from Slavery's hateful hell; Our voices, at your bidding, take up the bloodhound's yell; We gather, at your summons, above our fathers' graves, From Freedom's holy altar-horns to tear your wretched slaves!
Pàgina 403 - Or from the shade of saintly palms, Or silver reach of river calms, Do those large eyes behold me still? With me one little year ago: — The chill weight of the winter snow For months upon her grave has lain; And now, when summer south-winds blow And brier and harebell bloom again...
Pàgina 400 - Or garden wall, or belt of wood; A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed, A fenceless drift what once was road ; The bridle-post an old man sat With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat; The well-curb had a Chinese roof; And even the long sweep, high aloof, In its slant splendor, seemed to tell Of Pisa's leaning miracle. A prompt, decisive man, no breath Our father wasted: "Boys, a path!
Pàgina 408 - Because," — the brown eyes lower fell, — "Because, you see, I love you!" Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing! He lives to learn, in life's hard school, How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her, — because they love him.