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altar angel autumn beauty beneath blessed blood breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dark dead dream earth evermore evil fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel fell fire flowers forest Freedom glance gleam God's gone grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human Indian Jesuit John Bonython Joseph Sturge land light lips Loch Maree lone look Lord Massachusetts Megone Mogg mountain murmur night Norridgewock o'er pale Passaconaway Pennacook prayer priest rill rock round Sachem Saco River Saugus Scamman scorn shade shadow shame shine shore slave slavery smile soft song soul sound spirit stood storm strong sunset sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread tree trembling truth turned unto voice wall wampum waters wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
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Page 339 - I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be ; The first low wash of waves, where soon Shall roll a human sea.
Page 354 - Let not the land, once proud of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make...
Page 291 - Nearer came the storm and nearer, rolling fast and frightful on ! Speak, Ximena, speak and tell us, who has lost, and who has won ? " Alas ! alas ! I know not ; friend and foe together fall, O'er the dying rush the living : pray, my sisters, for them all...
Page 225 - Like warp and woof all destinies Are woven fast, Linked in sympathy like the keys Of an organ vast. ' Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar ; Break but one Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar Through all will run.
Page 403 - Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
Page 114 - What, ho ! — our countrymen in chains ! The whip on WOMAN'S shrinking flesh ! Our soil yet reddening with the stains Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh ! What ! mothers from their children riven ! What ! God's own image bought and sold! AMERICANS to market driven, And bartered as the brute for gold...
Page 290 - Holy Mother ! keep our brothers ! Look, Ximena, look once more : • " Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as before, Bearing on, in strange confusion, friend and foeman, foot and horse, Like some wild and troubled torrent sweeping down its mountain course.
Page 292 - A bitter curse upon them, poor boy, who led thee forth, From some gentle, sad-eyed mother, weeping, lonely, in the North!" Spake the mournful Mexic woman, as she laid him with her dead, And turned to soothe the living, and bind the wounds which bled. Look forth once more, Ximena! "Like a cloud before the wind Rolls the battle down the mountain, leaving blood and death behind; Ah! they plead in vain for mercy; in the dust the wounded strive; Hide your faces, holy angels! O thou Christ of God, forgive!
Page 296 - 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 301 - O brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother ; 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.