Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierT. Y. Crowell, 1902 - 363 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 9
... O'er all that wide and unshorn land , Till , weary of its gorgeousness , The aching and the dazzled eye Rests gladdened , on the calm blue sky , Slumbers the mighty wilderness ! The oak , upon the windy hill , Its dark green burthen ...
... O'er all that wide and unshorn land , Till , weary of its gorgeousness , The aching and the dazzled eye Rests gladdened , on the calm blue sky , Slumbers the mighty wilderness ! The oak , upon the windy hill , Its dark green burthen ...
Page 11
... O'er cheeks with wind and sunshine brown ; Yet still , in that disordered face , The Jesuit's cautious eye can trace Those elements of former grace Which , half effaced , seem scarcely less , Even now , than perfect loveliness . With ...
... O'er cheeks with wind and sunshine brown ; Yet still , in that disordered face , The Jesuit's cautious eye can trace Those elements of former grace Which , half effaced , seem scarcely less , Even now , than perfect loveliness . With ...
Page 13
... o'er me from that face of death : Its blue eyes rested on my own , Rayless and cold as eyes of stone ; Yet , in their fixed , unchanging gaze , Something , which spoke of early days , - A sadness in their quiet glare , As if love's ...
... o'er me from that face of death : Its blue eyes rested on my own , Rayless and cold as eyes of stone ; Yet , in their fixed , unchanging gaze , Something , which spoke of early days , - A sadness in their quiet glare , As if love's ...
Page 25
... O'er the waters still and red ; And the squaw's dark eye burned brighter , And she drew her blanket tighter , As , with quicker step and lighter , From that door she fled . For that chief had magic skill , And a Panisee's dark will ...
... O'er the waters still and red ; And the squaw's dark eye burned brighter , And she drew her blanket tighter , As , with quicker step and lighter , From that door she fled . For that chief had magic skill , And a Panisee's dark will ...
Page 26
... o'er its care , And formed in Nature's sternest mould , Is slow to feel , and strong to bear . The war - paint on the Sachem's face , Unwet with tears , shone fierce and red , And , still in battle or in chase , Dry leaf and snow - rime ...
... o'er its care , And formed in Nature's sternest mould , Is slow to feel , and strong to bear . The war - paint on the Sachem's face , Unwet with tears , shone fierce and red , And , still in battle or in chase , Dry leaf and snow - rime ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Abraham Davenport angels beauty beneath bird blessed blood bloom blow breath brow calm Cape Ann chain child cloud cold curse dark dead dear death dream earth Esbern Snare evermore evil eyes faith fall Father fear feet fire flowers Freedom God's gold Goody Cole grave gray green Hampton River hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hills holy human Indian land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord mountain never Newbury town night Norridgewock o'er pain Passaconaway peace Pennacook pines poor praise prayer Quaker Ramoth rill rock round Saco sail shade shadow shame shine shore sing slave Slavery smile song soul sound spirit stars sunset sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread trees truth unto voice wall waves weary Weetamoo Whittier wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
Popular passages
Page 247 - Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade ; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone ; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall...
Page 285 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead ! 9. Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him ! — why should we?
Page xi - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 385 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Page 427 - Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame, The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His name. Our Lord and Master of us all ! Whate'er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine.
Page 258 - Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah, me! That I the Judge's bride might be! 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...
Page 258 - Raked the meadow sweet with hay. 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.
Page 259 - ... mused beside the well Till the rain on the unraked clover fell. He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow, He watched a picture come and go; And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes Looked out in their innocent surprise. Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain,...
Page 363 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
Page 285 - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.