PoemsSanborn, Carter & Bazin, 1856 - 384 pages |
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... thine Could rise from thy waters to question of mine , Methinks through the din of thy thronged banks a moan Of sorrow would swell for the days which have gone . Not for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel , The gliding of ...
... thine Could rise from thy waters to question of mine , Methinks through the din of thy thronged banks a moan Of sorrow would swell for the days which have gone . Not for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel , The gliding of ...
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... thine own , His lips of scorning , and his heart of stone . What heeds the warrior of a hundred fights , The storm - worn watcher through long hunting nights , . TONK ACTOP , LENG . AND TILLEN FOUNDATIONS 民 28 POEMS .
... thine own , His lips of scorning , and his heart of stone . What heeds the warrior of a hundred fights , The storm - worn watcher through long hunting nights , . TONK ACTOP , LENG . AND TILLEN FOUNDATIONS 民 28 POEMS .
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... thine , But those which love's own fancies dress- The sum of Indian happiness ! - A wigwam , where the warm sunshine Looks in among the groves of pine- A stream , where , round thy light canoe , The trout and salmon dart in view , And ...
... thine , But those which love's own fancies dress- The sum of Indian happiness ! - A wigwam , where the warm sunshine Looks in among the groves of pine- A stream , where , round thy light canoe , The trout and salmon dart in view , And ...
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... thine- The deed is signed and the land is mine ; And this drunken fool is of use no more , Save as thy hopeful bridegroom , and sooth , ' T were Christian mercy to finish him Ruth , Now , while he lies like a beast on our floor , — If ...
... thine- The deed is signed and the land is mine ; And this drunken fool is of use no more , Save as thy hopeful bridegroom , and sooth , ' T were Christian mercy to finish him Ruth , Now , while he lies like a beast on our floor , — If ...
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... thine eye ! " " Father , I know not , save it be That deeds of mine have summoned her From the unbreathing sepulchre , To leave her last rebuke with me . Ah , wo for me ! my mother died Just at the moment when I stood Close on the verge ...
... thine eye ! " " Father , I know not , save it be That deeds of mine have summoned her From the unbreathing sepulchre , To leave her last rebuke with me . Ah , wo for me ! my mother died Just at the moment when I stood Close on the verge ...
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altar angels beauty beneath blessed blood bondman's breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dank and lone dark dead door dream earth echoes evil faith Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel fetters fire flowers Freedom God's grave green grey Hall hand hast hateful bands hath hear heard heart Heaven holy human hunting Indian Jesuit John Bonython land Liberty light lips look Lord Massachusetts Mogg Megone mountain murmur Norridgewock o'er pale Passaconaway Pennacook poor prayer priest Quaker rice-swamp dank rock round Sachem Saugus scorn shade shadow shame shore shrine slave slavery Slavery's smile sold and gone song soul spirit stolen daughters stood strife sunset sunshine tears thee thine thou thrill toil tongue TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tree truth turn unto vine groves Virginia's hills voice wall walnut shades wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
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Page 157 - We wage no war, — we lift no arm, — we fling no torch within The fire-damps of the quaking mine beneath your soil of sin ; We leave ye with your bondmen, to wrestle, while ye can, With the strong upward tendencies and godlike soul of man ! But for us and for our children, the vow which we have given For freedom and humanity is registered in heaven ; No slave-hunt in our borders, — no pirate on our strand ! No fetters in the Bay State, — no slave upon our land!
Page 164 - 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.
Page 349 - ANOTHER hand is beckoning us, Another call is given ; And glows once more with Angel-steps The path which reaches Heaven. Our young and gentle friend, whose smile Made brighter summer hours, Amid the frosts of autumn time Has left us with the flowers. No paling of the cheek of bloom Forewarned us of decay ; No shadow from the Silent Land Fell round our sister's way. The light of her young life went down, As sinks behind the hill The glory of a setting star, — Clear, suddenly, and still.
Page 310 - Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there ; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. Follow with reverent steps the great example Of Him whose holy work was " doing good " ; So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
Page 87 - Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid ? In the Isle of fair Barbadoes, or on Virginia's shore, You may hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor.
Page 306 - Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking ; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking...
Page 310 - He asks no taper lights, on high surrounding The priestly altar and the saintly grave, No dolorous chant nor organ music sounding, Nor incense clouding up the twilight nave. For He whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken: The holier worship which He deigns to bless Restores the lost, and binds the spirit broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless!
Page 305 - Give me joy that in his name I can bear, with patient frame, All these vain ones offer: While for them he suffereth long. Shall I answer wrong with wrong. Scoffing with the scoffer? " Happier I, with loss of all, Hunted, outlawed, held in thrall, With few friends to greet me, Than when reeve and squire were seen...
Page 75 - STREAM of my fathers ! sweetly still The sunset rays thy valley fill ; Poured slantwise down the long defile, Wave, wood, and spire beneath them smile. I see the winding Powow fold The green hill in its belt of gold, And following down its wavy line, Its sparkling waters blend with thine.
Page 349 - The blessing of her quiet life Fell on us like the dew ; And good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed, Like fairy blossoms grew. Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds Were in her very look ; We read her face, as one who reads A true and holy book : The measure of a blessed hymn To which our hearts could move ; The breathing of an inward psalm ; A canticle of love.