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... GONE ,. 367 LINES , ON THE DEATH OF S. OLIVER TORREY , SECRETARY OF THE BOSTON YOUNG MEN'S ANTI - SLAVERY SOCIETY ,. • 356 LUCY HOOPER , • 345 TO MY FRIEND , ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER , • 365 TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES B. STORRS , LATE ...
... GONE ,. 367 LINES , ON THE DEATH OF S. OLIVER TORREY , SECRETARY OF THE BOSTON YOUNG MEN'S ANTI - SLAVERY SOCIETY ,. • 356 LUCY HOOPER , • 345 TO MY FRIEND , ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER , • 365 TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES B. STORRS , LATE ...
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... gone . Not for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel , The gliding of shuttles , the ringing of steel ; But that old voice of waters , of bird and of breeze , The dip of the wild - fowl , the rustling of trees ! II . THE BASHABA ...
... gone . Not for thee the dull jar of the loom and the wheel , The gliding of shuttles , the ringing of steel ; But that old voice of waters , of bird and of breeze , The dip of the wild - fowl , the rustling of trees ! II . THE BASHABA ...
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... gone before Mat wonck kunna - monee ! They hear us no more ! Oh mighty Sowanna ! † Thy gateways unfold , From thy wigwam of sunset Lift curtains of gold ! Take home the poor Spirit whose journey is o'er Mat wonck kunna - monee ! We see ...
... gone before Mat wonck kunna - monee ! They hear us no more ! Oh mighty Sowanna ! † Thy gateways unfold , From thy wigwam of sunset Lift curtains of gold ! Take home the poor Spirit whose journey is o'er Mat wonck kunna - monee ! We see ...
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... gone The lip is clenched — the tears are still God pity thee , Ruth Bonython ! With what a strength of will Are nature's feelings in thy breast , As with an iron hand repressed ! And how , upon that nameless woe , Quick as the pulse can ...
... gone The lip is clenched — the tears are still God pity thee , Ruth Bonython ! With what a strength of will Are nature's feelings in thy breast , As with an iron hand repressed ! And how , upon that nameless woe , Quick as the pulse can ...
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... gone For long these dwellers of the wood Have felt the gnawing want of food . But untasted of Ruth is the frugal cheer With head averted , yet ready ear , She stands by the side of her austere sire , Feeding , at times , the unequal ...
... gone For long these dwellers of the wood Have felt the gnawing want of food . But untasted of Ruth is the frugal cheer With head averted , yet ready ear , She stands by the side of her austere sire , Feeding , at times , the unequal ...
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Page 316 - 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 323 - 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 163 - GONE, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings, Where the noisome insect stings, Where the...
Page 311 - With a stifled cry of horror straight she turned away her head ; With a sad and bitter feeling looked she back upon her dead : But she heard the youth's low moaning, and his struggling breath of pain ; And she raised the cooling water to his parching lips again.
Page 190 - ... early day; But that one dark loathsome burden ye must stagger with alone, And reap the bitter harvest which ye yourselves have sown ! Hold, while ye may, your struggling slaves, and burden God's free air With woman's shriek beneath the lash, and manhood's wild despair; Cling closer to the ' cleaving curse ' that writes upon your plains The blasting of Almighty wrath against a land of chains.
Page 330 - O, — fruit loved of boyhood ! — the old days recalling, When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling ! When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin, Glaring out through the dark with a candle within ! When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, Our chair a broad pumpkin, — our lantern the moon, Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam, In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team ! 126 HAMPTON BEACH.
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 128 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
Page 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. There's quiet in that Angel's glance, There's rest in his still countenance ! He mocks no grief with idle cheer, Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear; But ills and woes he may not cure He kindly trains us to endure. Angel of Patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling...