The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1873 - 395 pàgines |
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... watch are keeping . Let him hie him away through the dank river fog , Never rustling the boughs nor dis- placing the rocks , For the eyes and the ears which are watching for Mogg Are keener than those of the wolf or the fox . - He ...
... watch are keeping . Let him hie him away through the dank river fog , Never rustling the boughs nor dis- placing the rocks , For the eyes and the ears which are watching for Mogg Are keener than those of the wolf or the fox . - He ...
Pàgina 5
... watches Ruth go by , Intent upon her household care ; And ever and anon , the while , Or on the maiden , or her fare , Which smokes in grateful promise there , Bestows his quiet smile . Ah , Mogg Megone ! - what dreams are thine , But ...
... watches Ruth go by , Intent upon her household care ; And ever and anon , the while , Or on the maiden , or her fare , Which smokes in grateful promise there , Bestows his quiet smile . Ah , Mogg Megone ! - what dreams are thine , But ...
Pàgina 24
... watch , Home's hearth - light Shines round the helmsman plunging through the night ; And still , with inward eye , the traveller sees In close , dark , stranger streets his native trees . The home - sick dreamer's brow is nightly fanned ...
... watch , Home's hearth - light Shines round the helmsman plunging through the night ; And still , with inward eye , the traveller sees In close , dark , stranger streets his native trees . The home - sick dreamer's brow is nightly fanned ...
Pàgina 33
... watch , For his coming again . O'er the Isle of the Pheasant The morning sun shone , On the plane - trees which shaded The shores of St. John . " Now , why from yon battlements Speaks not my love ! Why waves there no banner My fortress ...
... watch , For his coming again . O'er the Isle of the Pheasant The morning sun shone , On the plane - trees which shaded The shores of St. John . " Now , why from yon battlements Speaks not my love ! Why waves there no banner My fortress ...
Pàgina 39
... watch - fire of the garrison Shone like a setting star . How brightly broke the morning On Massachusetts Bay ! Blue wave , and bright green island , Rejoicing in the day . On passed the bark in safety Round isle and headland steep , No ...
... watch - fire of the garrison Shone like a setting star . How brightly broke the morning On Massachusetts Bay ! Blue wave , and bright green island , Rejoicing in the day . On passed the bark in safety Round isle and headland steep , No ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1894 |
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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Pàgina 286 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow-storm told.
Pàgina 226 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead ! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, " Grod has touched him ! why should we ? " Said an old wife mourning her only son, " Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!
Pàgina 385 - TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. 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...
Pàgina 270 - 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. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind; the sun Of noon looked down and saw not one.
Pàgina 204 - Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast, — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane.
Pàgina 196 - ... BOY 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 ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Pàgina 206 - She wedded a man unlearned and poor, And many children played round her door. But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain, Left their traces on heart and brain.
Pàgina 146 - So fallen ! so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore ! Revile him not — the Tempter hath A snare for all ; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall ! Oh ! dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might 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...
Pàgina 226 - Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. There is the house, with the gate redbarred, And the poplars tall; And the barn's brown length, and the cattleyard. And the white horns tossing above the wall.
Pàgina 287 - 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!