The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier ...Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
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... .. 240 The Star of Bethlehem . 241 Hymns .. 244 The Female Martyr . 248 The Frost Spirit ... 251 The Vaudois Teacher . 252 The Call of the Christian . 254 My Soul and I .. 256 Page The Angel of Patience .. To a Friend , CONTENTS .
... .. 240 The Star of Bethlehem . 241 Hymns .. 244 The Female Martyr . 248 The Frost Spirit ... 251 The Vaudois Teacher . 252 The Call of the Christian . 254 My Soul and I .. 256 Page The Angel of Patience .. To a Friend , CONTENTS .
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... Martyr .. The Frost Spirit ... The Vaudois Teacher . The Call of the Christian . My Soul and I .. 186 188 214 219 223 225 229 232 235 238 240 241 244 248 251 252 254 256 1 To a Friend , on her Return from Europe .. vi CONTENTS .
... Martyr .. The Frost Spirit ... The Vaudois Teacher . The Call of the Christian . My Soul and I .. 186 188 214 219 223 225 229 232 235 238 240 241 244 248 251 252 254 256 1 To a Friend , on her Return from Europe .. vi CONTENTS .
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... spirit , alternating between A decent and professional gravity And an irreverent mirthfulness , which often Laughed in the face of his divinity , Plucked off the sacred ephod , quite unshrined The oracle , and for the pattern priest ...
... spirit , alternating between A decent and professional gravity And an irreverent mirthfulness , which often Laughed in the face of his divinity , Plucked off the sacred ephod , quite unshrined The oracle , and for the pattern priest ...
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... low and small , Till the very child a - bed , Drew its bear - skin over head , Shrinking from the pale lights shed On the trembling wall . All the subtle spirits hiding Under earth or wave , THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK . 13.
... low and small , Till the very child a - bed , Drew its bear - skin over head , Shrinking from the pale lights shed On the trembling wall . All the subtle spirits hiding Under earth or wave , THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK . 13.
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... great stone vase which In the river scooped by a spirit's hands , 4 Garnished with spoons of shell and horn , Stood the birchen dishes of smoking corn . Thus bird of the air and beast of the field THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK . 19.
... great stone vase which In the river scooped by a spirit's hands , 4 Garnished with spoons of shell and horn , Stood the birchen dishes of smoking corn . Thus bird of the air and beast of the field THE BRIDAL OF PENNACOOK . 19.
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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.