Poems |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 66
Page 13
... thought , Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world , That our broad land Piled to the clouds , our sea - like lakes , and mountains our rivers overhung By forests which have known no other change For ages , than the budding and the fall ...
... thought , Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world , That our broad land Piled to the clouds , our sea - like lakes , and mountains our rivers overhung By forests which have known no other change For ages , than the budding and the fall ...
Page 21
... Thought , Grieve like the stranger - tended child , Which seeks its mother's arms , and sees but feels them not . The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air , To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in ...
... Thought , Grieve like the stranger - tended child , Which seeks its mother's arms , and sees but feels them not . The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air , To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in ...
Page 38
... ear Words of blended love and fear , Of the mighty Soul of all ? Nought had the twain of thoughts like these As they wound along through the crowded trees , Where never had rung the axeman's stroke On the gnarled 38 POEMS .
... ear Words of blended love and fear , Of the mighty Soul of all ? Nought had the twain of thoughts like these As they wound along through the crowded trees , Where never had rung the axeman's stroke On the gnarled 38 POEMS .
Page 45
... thought " The fool has signed his warrant ; but how And when shall the deed be wrought ? Speak , Ruth ! why , what the devil is there , To fix thy gaze in that empty air ? Speak , Ruth ! -by my soul , if I thought that tear , Which ...
... thought " The fool has signed his warrant ; but how And when shall the deed be wrought ? Speak , Ruth ! why , what the devil is there , To fix thy gaze in that empty air ? Speak , Ruth ! -by my soul , if I thought that tear , Which ...
Page 47
... thoughts of horror and madness whirl Through the burning brain of that fallen girl ! John Bonython lifts his gun to his eye , Its muzzle is close to the Indian's ear But he drops it again . " Some one may be nigh , And I would not that ...
... thoughts of horror and madness whirl Through the burning brain of that fallen girl ! John Bonython lifts his gun to his eye , Its muzzle is close to the Indian's ear But he drops it again . " Some one may be nigh , And I would not that ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
altar angels beauty beneath blessed blood breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dark dead death dream earth evermore evil faith Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel fetters fire flowers Freedom Freedom's glance gleam God's gone grave green green Islands grey hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hills holy human Indian Jesuit John Bonython land light lips lone look Lord Massachusetts Mogg Megone mountain murmur night Norridgewock NORSEMEN Northern eagle o'er pale Passaconaway Pennacook poor prayer priest Quaker rock round Rouville Sachem Saugus scorn shade shadow shame shore shrine slave Slavery Slavery's smile soft Sokokis song soul spirit stood sunset sunshine sweet tears thee thine thought thrill toil TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tree trembling truth turn unto voice wall wampum waters wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
Popular passages
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...