Poems of John Greenleaf WhittierT. Y. Crowell, 1902 - 363 pages |
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... The Relic . • • · The Branded Hand • · Texas . · To Faneuil Hall • To Massachusetts • • • The Pine - tree Lines on a Visit to Washing- ton , 1845 Lines to a Young Clerical Friend • • PAGE PAGE Yorktown · 90 The Prisoner for Debt • iii.
... The Relic . • • · The Branded Hand • · Texas . · To Faneuil Hall • To Massachusetts • • • The Pine - tree Lines on a Visit to Washing- ton , 1845 Lines to a Young Clerical Friend • • PAGE PAGE Yorktown · 90 The Prisoner for Debt • iii.
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... young , How the oriole's nest is hung ; Where the whitest lilies blow , Where the freshest berries grow , Where the groundnut trails its vine , Where the wood - grape's clusters shine ; Of the black wasp's cunning way , Mason of his ...
... young , How the oriole's nest is hung ; Where the whitest lilies blow , Where the freshest berries grow , Where the groundnut trails its vine , Where the wood - grape's clusters shine ; Of the black wasp's cunning way , Mason of his ...
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... " When pen and ink failed him , he resorted to chalk or charcoal , and he hid away his effusions with the care with which a cat hides hex young kittens . It is interesting to know that recently one or two xii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH .
... " When pen and ink failed him , he resorted to chalk or charcoal , and he hid away his effusions with the care with which a cat hides hex young kittens . It is interesting to know that recently one or two xii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH .
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... young man's published verses , entitled " The Exile's Departure , " written in the metre of " The Old Oaken Bucket . " It is noticeable that the Exile sings : Farewell , shores of Erin , green land of my fathers , Once more and forever ...
... young man's published verses , entitled " The Exile's Departure , " written in the metre of " The Old Oaken Bucket . " It is noticeable that the Exile sings : Farewell , shores of Erin , green land of my fathers , Once more and forever ...
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... young woman whose beauty and vivacity especially interested him . But she began to talk about the theatre , and finally asked him to be present that evening . She was the leading lady ! Whittier had promised his mother that he would ...
... young woman whose beauty and vivacity especially interested him . But she began to talk about the theatre , and finally asked him to be present that evening . She was the leading lady ! Whittier had promised his mother that he would ...
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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.