Complete Poetical WorksHoughton Mifflin, 1910 - 489 pages |
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... father he sent poems to the Haverhill Gazette , and that he was not in subjection to his work is very evident by the fact that he translated it and similar occupations into Songs of Labor . He had two years ' academic training , and in ...
... father he sent poems to the Haverhill Gazette , and that he was not in subjection to his work is very evident by the fact that he translated it and similar occupations into Songs of Labor . He had two years ' academic training , and in ...
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... fathers ever Loved to linger here ? These bare hills , this conquered river , - Could they hold them dear , With their native loveliness Tamed and tortured into this ? Sadly , as the shades of even Gathered o'er the bill , While the ...
... fathers ever Loved to linger here ? These bare hills , this conquered river , - Could they hold them dear , With their native loveliness Tamed and tortured into this ? Sadly , as the shades of even Gathered o'er the bill , While the ...
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... fathers Remembered her well , And had cursed her while passing , With taper and bell ; But the men of Monhegan , Of Papists abhorred , Had welcomed and feasted The heretic Lord . They had loaded his shallop With dun - fish and ball ...
... fathers Remembered her well , And had cursed her while passing , With taper and bell ; But the men of Monhegan , Of Papists abhorred , Had welcomed and feasted The heretic Lord . They had loaded his shallop With dun - fish and ball ...
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... Father's time And His appointed way ? Or shall the stir of outward things Allure and claim the Christian's eye , When on the heathen watcher's ear Their powerless murmurs die ? Alas ! a deeper test of faith Than prison cell or martyr's ...
... Father's time And His appointed way ? Or shall the stir of outward things Allure and claim the Christian's eye , When on the heathen watcher's ear Their powerless murmurs die ? Alas ! a deeper test of faith Than prison cell or martyr's ...
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... father's dwelling , heard in the pleasant street ? Where be the youths whose glances , the summer Sabbath through , Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father's pew ? " 6 Why sit'st thou here , Cassandra ? — Be- think thee with what ...
... father's dwelling , heard in the pleasant street ? Where be the youths whose glances , the summer Sabbath through , Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father's pew ? " 6 Why sit'st thou here , Cassandra ? — Be- think thee with what ...
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Page 396 - Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans 1 For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks ; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks...
Page 187 - But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone : from those great eyes The soul has fled : When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead!
Page 396 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 234 - Here, where of old, by Thy design, The fathers spake that word of Thine Whose echo is the glad refrain Of rended bolt and falling chain, To grace our festal time, from all The zones of earth our guests we call.
Page 346 - In this wonder of our days, When the cruel rod of war Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise! Blotted out! All within and all about Shall a fresher life begin ; Freer breathe the universe As it rolls its heavy curse On the dead and buried sin ! It is done! In the circuit of the sun Shall the sound thereof go forth. It shall bid the sad rejoice, It shall give the dumb a voice, It shall belt with joy the earth! Ring and swing, Bells of joy ! On morning's wing Send the song...
Page 48 - God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Page 342 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord...
Page 56 - ... the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
Page 444 - The healing of His seamless dress Is by our beds of pain ; We touch Him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again.
Page 47 - And asked a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road. She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup, And blushed as she gave it, looking down On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown. " Thanks ! " said the Judge ; " a sweeter draught From a fairer hand was never quaffed.