The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... wild wind , And laugh beneath the cloud ! In the darkness as in daylight , On the water as on land , God's eye is looking on us , And beneath us is his hand ! Death will find us soon or later , On the deck or in the cot ; And we cannot ...
... wild wind , And laugh beneath the cloud ! In the darkness as in daylight , On the water as on land , God's eye is looking on us , And beneath us is his hand ! Death will find us soon or later , On the deck or in the cot ; And we cannot ...
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... wild - goose ; On the night - frost sounds the treading Of the brindled moose . Noiseless creeping , while we're sleeping , Frost his task - work plies ; Soon , his icy bridges heaping , Shall our log - piles rise . When , with sounds ...
... wild - goose ; On the night - frost sounds the treading Of the brindled moose . Noiseless creeping , while we're sleeping , Frost his task - work plies ; Soon , his icy bridges heaping , Shall our log - piles rise . When , with sounds ...
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... the snow - cloud wrapping Half the peak in storm ! Where are mossy carpets better Than the Persian weaves , And than Eastern perfumes sweeter Seem the fading leaves ; And a music wild and solemn , From the pine THE LUMBERMEN . 21.
... the snow - cloud wrapping Half the peak in storm ! Where are mossy carpets better Than the Persian weaves , And than Eastern perfumes sweeter Seem the fading leaves ; And a music wild and solemn , From the pine THE LUMBERMEN . 21.
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John Greenleaf Whittier. And a music wild and solemn , From the pine - tree's height , Rolls its vast and sea - like volume On the wind of night ; Make we here our camp of winter ; And , through sleet and snow , Pitchy knot and beechen ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. And a music wild and solemn , From the pine - tree's height , Rolls its vast and sea - like volume On the wind of night ; Make we here our camp of winter ; And , through sleet and snow , Pitchy knot and beechen ...
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... wild and woody , Let us still have part ; Rugged nurse and mother sturdy , Hold us to thy heart ! O ! our free hearts beat the warmer For thy breath of snow ; And our tread is all the firmer For thy rocks below . Freedom , hand in hand ...
... wild and woody , Let us still have part ; Rugged nurse and mother sturdy , Hold us to thy heart ! O ! our free hearts beat the warmer For thy breath of snow ; And our tread is all the firmer For thy rocks below . Freedom , hand in hand ...
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Page 232 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Page 258 - For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
Page 19 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away.
Page 16 - And, beneath it, pond and meadow lay brighter, greener still. And shouting boys in woodland haunts caught glimpses of that sky, Flecked by the many-tinted leaves, and laughed, they knew not why ; And school-girls, gay with aster-flowers, beside the meadow brooks, Mingled the glow of autumn with the sunshine of sweet looks. From spire and barn looked westerly the patient weathercocks ; But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks. No sound was in the woodlands, save the squirrel's dropping...
Page 32 - Comrade mine," said Ury's lord ; " Put it up, I pray thee : Passive to his holy will, Trust I in my Master still, Even though he slay me. " Pledges of thy love and faith, Proved on many a field of death, Not by me are needed.
Page 260 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only,
Page 50 - The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing. Serene and mild the untried light May have its dawning; And, as in summer's northern night The evening and the dawn unite, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning. I sit alone; in foam and spray Wave after wave Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, Shoulder the broken tide away, Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave.
Page 99 - Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark. From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.
Page 30 - But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food ; Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost...
Page 31 - UP the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury ; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, Pressed the mob in fury. Flouted him the drunken churl, Jeered at him the serving-girl, Prompt to please her master ; And the begging carlin, late Fed and clothed at Ury's gate, Cursed him as he passed her. Yet, with calm and stately mien, Up the streets of Aberdeen Came he slowly riding ; And, to all he saw and heard, Answering not with bitter word, Turning...