Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1878 - 413 pàgines |
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Pàgina 17
... sail amidst the lake's green islands , Shrank from its harsh , chill breath , and visibly drooped Like a flower in the frost . So , in that quiet inn Which looks from Conway on the moun- tains piled Heavily against the horizon of the ...
... sail amidst the lake's green islands , Shrank from its harsh , chill breath , and visibly drooped Like a flower in the frost . So , in that quiet inn Which looks from Conway on the moun- tains piled Heavily against the horizon of the ...
Pàgina 26
... sail Bowed to the freshening ocean gale ; No small boat with its busy oars , Nor gray wall sloping to thy shores ; Nor farm - house with its maple shade , Or rigid poplar colonnade , But lies distinct and full in sight , Beneath this ...
... sail Bowed to the freshening ocean gale ; No small boat with its busy oars , Nor gray wall sloping to thy shores ; Nor farm - house with its maple shade , Or rigid poplar colonnade , But lies distinct and full in sight , Beneath this ...
Pàgina 26
... sail Midst tangled vine and dwartish wood , Bowed to the freshening ocean gale ; The hardy Anglo - Saxon stood , No small boat with its busy oars , Planting upon the topmost crag Nor gray wall sloping to thy shores ; The staff of ...
... sail Midst tangled vine and dwartish wood , Bowed to the freshening ocean gale ; The hardy Anglo - Saxon stood , No small boat with its busy oars , Planting upon the topmost crag Nor gray wall sloping to thy shores ; The staff of ...
Pàgina 27
... sail - urged keel and flashing oar The circles widen to its shore : And cultured field and peopled town Slope to its willowed margin down . Yet , while this morning breeze is bringing The home - life sound of school - bells ring- ing ...
... sail - urged keel and flashing oar The circles widen to its shore : And cultured field and peopled town Slope to its willowed margin down . Yet , while this morning breeze is bringing The home - life sound of school - bells ring- ing ...
Pàgina 28
... sails the low , pale sun Of Thule's night has shone upon ; Flapped by the sea - wind's gusty sweep Round icy drift , and headland steep . Wild Jutland's wives and Lochlin's daughters Have watched them fading o'er the waters , Lessening ...
... sails the low , pale sun Of Thule's night has shone upon ; Flapped by the sea - wind's gusty sweep Round icy drift , and headland steep . Wild Jutland's wives and Lochlin's daughters Have watched them fading o'er the waters , Lessening ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier, with Numerous Illustrations John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1883 |
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angels beauty beneath bird blessed blood bloom blow brave breath brow calm Cape Ann chain cloud dark dead dear dream earth Esbern Snare eternal evermore evil eyes faith fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feet fire flowers FRANCIS DANIEL PASTORIUS freedom God's gold golden Goody Cole grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord mountain never Newbury town night Norembega Norridgewock o'er pain peace Pennacook pines poor praise pray prayer Quaker Ramoth rills round sail shade shadow shame shine shore silent sing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit stars summer sunset sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil tread trees truth unto vales voice wall waves weary Weetamoo wigwam wild William Penn wind wood words wrong
Passatges populars
Pàgina 242 - 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," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Pàgina 206 - God has touched him! why should we!' Said an old wife mourning her only son, "Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!" So with soft relentings and rude excuse, Half scorn, half pity, they cut him loose, And gave him a cloak to hide him in, And left him alone with his shame and sin. Poor Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!
Pàgina 268 - Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Pàgina 291 - 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 191 - 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 180 - 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...
Pàgina 242 - 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 241 - 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.
Pàgina 267 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the winged snow: And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Pàgina 316 - He saw her lift her eyes ; he felt The soft hand's light caressing, And heard the tremble of her voice, As if a fault confessing. " I 'm sorry that I spelt the word ; I hate to go above you, Because...