The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier ...Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
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... 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 mountains piled Heavily against the horizon of the north , Like summer THE ...
... 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 mountains piled Heavily against the horizon of the north , Like summer THE ...
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... green hills , immortal in his lays . And for myself , obedient to her wish , I searched our landlord's proffered library : A well - thumbed Bunyan , with its nice wood pictures Of scaly fiends and angels not unlike them— Watts ...
... green hills , immortal in his lays . And for myself , obedient to her wish , I searched our landlord's proffered library : A well - thumbed Bunyan , with its nice wood pictures Of scaly fiends and angels not unlike them— Watts ...
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... Green - tufted , oak - shaded , by Amoskeag's fall Thy twin Uncanoonucs rose stately and tall , Thy Nashua meadows lay green and unshorn , And the hills of Pentucket were tasselled with corn . But thy Pennacook valley was fairer than ...
... Green - tufted , oak - shaded , by Amoskeag's fall Thy twin Uncanoonucs rose stately and tall , Thy Nashua meadows lay green and unshorn , And the hills of Pentucket were tasselled with corn . But thy Pennacook valley was fairer than ...
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... green hillock gently swelling Her fitting mound of burial made . There trailed the vine in Summer hours- The tree - perched squirrel dropped his shell— On velvet moss and pale - hued flowers , Woven with leaf and spray , the softened ...
... green hillock gently swelling Her fitting mound of burial made . There trailed the vine in Summer hours- The tree - perched squirrel dropped his shell— On velvet moss and pale - hued flowers , Woven with leaf and spray , the softened ...
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... green withes hung Flaring and smoking the pine - knots swung . And along the river great wood fires Shot into the night their long red spires , Showing behind the tall , dark wood Flashing before on the sweeping flood . In the changeful ...
... green withes hung Flaring and smoking the pine - knots swung . And along the river great wood fires Shot into the night their long red spires , Showing behind the tall , dark wood Flashing before on the sweeping flood . In the changeful ...
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Side 331 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
Side 371 - If there be some weaker one, Give me strength to help him on ; If a blinder soul there be, Let me guide him nearer Thee. Make my mortal dreams come true With the work I fain would do ; Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant...
Side 155 - Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From Virginia's hills and waters ; Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Side 310 - And if, in our unworthiness, Thy sacrificial wine we press ; If from Thy ordeal's heated bars Our feet are seamed with crimson scars, Thy will be done! If, for the age to come, this hour Of trial hath vicarious power, And, blest by Thee, our present pain, Be Liberty's eternal gain, Thy will be done!
Side 127 - What, ho! our countrymen in chains! The whip on woman's shrinking flesh! Our soil yet reddening with the stains Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh! What! mothers from their children riven! What! God's own image bought and sold! Americans to market driven, And bartered as the brute for gold!
Side 262 - To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God's meekest Angel gently comes : No power has he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again ; And yet in tenderest love, our dear And Heavenly Father sends him here.
Side 136 - What! preach and kidnap men? Give thanks, and rob thy own afflicted poor? Talk of thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive's door? What! servants of thy own Merciful Son, who came to seek and save The homeless and the outcast, fettering down The tasked and plundered slave! Pilate and Herod, friends! Chief priests and rulers, as of old, combine! Just God and holy! is that church, which lends Strength to the spoiler, thine?
Side 220 - Egypt's sands! This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin ; This day for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin ; Even now from starry Gerizim, or Ebal's cloudy crown, We call the dews of blessing or the bolts of cursing down...
Side 259 - And that cloud itself, which now before thee Lies dark in view, Shall with beams of light from the inner glory Be stricken through. And like meadow mist through Autumn's dawn Uprolling thin, Its thickest folds when about thee drawn Let sun-light in. Then of what is to be, and of what is done Why queriest thou ? — The past and the time to be are one, And both are NOW ! TO A FRIEND, ON HER RETURN FROM EUROPE.