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... human right and weal is shown ; A hate of tyranny intense , And hearty in its vehemence , As if my brother's pain and sorrow were my own . Oh Freedom ! if to me belong Nor mighty Milton's gift divine , Nor Marvel's wit and graceful song ...
... human right and weal is shown ; A hate of tyranny intense , And hearty in its vehemence , As if my brother's pain and sorrow were my own . Oh Freedom ! if to me belong Nor mighty Milton's gift divine , Nor Marvel's wit and graceful song ...
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... MARTYR , · 244 THE FROST SPIRIT , 247 THE HUMAN SACRIFICE , 281 THE PRISONER FOR DEBT , 274 THE PUMPKIN , 329 THE QUAKER OF THE OLDEN TIME , 269 THE REFORMER , 271 323 PAGE . 339 237 249 230 259 .. 320 THE CONTENTS . vii.
... MARTYR , · 244 THE FROST SPIRIT , 247 THE HUMAN SACRIFICE , 281 THE PRISONER FOR DEBT , 274 THE PUMPKIN , 329 THE QUAKER OF THE OLDEN TIME , 269 THE REFORMER , 271 323 PAGE . 339 237 249 230 259 .. 320 THE CONTENTS . vii.
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... human faces , white clouds of the noon , Slant starlight glimpses through the dewy leaves , And tenderest moonrise . ' Twas , in truth , a study , To mark his spirit , alternating between A decent and professional gravity And an ...
... human faces , white clouds of the noon , Slant starlight glimpses through the dewy leaves , And tenderest moonrise . ' Twas , in truth , a study , To mark his spirit , alternating between A decent and professional gravity And an ...
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... human loveliness The missal of young hearts , whose sacred text Is music , its illumining sweet smiles . He sang the songs she loved ; and in his low , Deep earnest voice , recited many a page Of poetry the holiest , tenderest lines Of ...
... human loveliness The missal of young hearts , whose sacred text Is music , its illumining sweet smiles . He sang the songs she loved ; and in his low , Deep earnest voice , recited many a page Of poetry the holiest , tenderest lines Of ...
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... glance , as it questions the eye of Megone - An awful meaning of guilt and sin ! - The Indian hath opened his blanket , and there Hangs a human scalp by its long damp hair ! With hand upraised , with quick - drawn breath , 40 POEMS .
... glance , as it questions the eye of Megone - An awful meaning of guilt and sin ! - The Indian hath opened his blanket , and there Hangs a human scalp by its long damp hair ! With hand upraised , with quick - drawn breath , 40 POEMS .
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Page 93 - A weight seemed lifted from my heart, — a pitying friend was nigh, I felt it in his hard rough hand, and saw it in his eye; And, when again the sheriff spoke, that voice, so kind to me, Growled back its stormy answer like the roaring of the sea: " Pile my ship with bars of silver — pack with coins of Spanish gold, From keel-piece up to deck-plank, the roomage of her hold,— By the living God who made me ! I would sooner in your bay Sink ship and crew and cargo than bear this child away!
Page 372 - God calls our loved ones ; but we lose not wholly What he hath given : They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly As in his Heaven.
Page 151 - Just God! and these are they, Who minister at thine altar, God of right! Men who their hands, with prayer and blessing, lay On Israel's ark of light. What! preach, and kidnap men? Give thanks, and rob thy own afflicted poor? Talk of thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive's door? What! servants of thy own Merciful Son, who came to seek and save The homeless and the outcast, fettering down The tasked and plundered slave! Pilate and Herod friends! Chief priests and rulers, as of old, combine!...
Page 5 - I LOVE the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase, Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew.
Page 314 - Father ! is this evil world of ours; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden flowers ; From its smoking hell of battle, Love and Pity send their prayer, And still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air ! FORGIVENESS.
Page 329 - Oh, 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. 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 336 - 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 142 - Up now for Freedom ! — not in strife Like that your sterner fathers saw, — The awful waste of human life, — The glory and the guilt of war: But break the chain, — the yoke remove, And smite to earth Oppression's rod, With those mild arms of Truth and Love, Made mighty through the living God...
Page 134 - 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 372 - With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb...