Mabel Martin: And Other PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 92 pàgines |
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Barbara Frietchie Barclay Biographical Sketch bless Brother of Mercy Bunker Hill Monument child cobbler corrt cried daughter dear door Esek Harden eyes face fall father feathered and carried fell flag fur his horrd futherr'd gleeman golden goodwife gray green hand hard heart Haverhill Hawthorne's hear heard Here's Flud Oirson horrd horrt JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Kathleen Keezar lapstone lips Longfellow's Looked Lord Lucknow Mabel Martin maid maiden Maud Muller Merrimac Morble'ead mother mountain neighbors night o'er Old Floyd Ireson pibroch pipes pity Poems poor pray prayer priest Quaker quoth rain Ride river RIVERSIDE LITERATURE SERIES rolled round sailed Sepoy Mutiny shadow shone shore singing Sir Launfal skipper smile song sound spake stood story stranger sung sweet Tarred and feathered tears thee thou Torr'd town warm wave Whittier wife wild wind witch Witch's Daughter women of Marblehead Ximena young
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Pàgina 83 - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf; She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Pàgina 82 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, 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 35 - And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain, "Ah, that I were free again! "Free as when I rode that day, Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay.
Pàgina 85 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, 0 bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Pàgina 36 - It might have been." Alas 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...
Pàgina 71 - 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, "God has touched him! why should we!
Pàgina 33 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees. Of the singing birds and the humming bees; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown ; And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
Pàgina 66 - A bitter curse upon them, poor boy, who led thee forth, From some gentle, sad-eyed mother, weeping lonely in the North ! " Spake the mournful Mexic woman, as she laid him with her dead, And turned to soothe the living, and bind the wounds which bled. Look forth once more, Ximena! — "Like a cloud before the wind Rolls the battle down the mountains, leaving blood and death behind : Ah! they plead in vain for mercy; in the dust the wounded strive: Hide your faces, holy angels! O thou Christ of God,...
Pàgina 80 - WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the East, The homestead of the free.
Pàgina 44 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes, full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy, Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered ; As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.