The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... child ? All his stranger words with meaning her woman's heart supplied ; With her kiss upon his forehead , " Mother ! " mur- mured he , and died ! " A bitter curse upon them , poor boy , THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA . 29.
... child ? All his stranger words with meaning her woman's heart supplied ; With her kiss upon his forehead , " Mother ! " mur- mured he , and died ! " A bitter curse upon them , poor boy , THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA . 29.
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... word , Turning not for chiding . Came a troop with broadswords swinging , Bits and bridles sharply ringing , Loose and free and froward ; Quoth the foremost , " Ride him down ! Push him ! prick him ! through the town Drive the Quaker ...
... word , Turning not for chiding . Came a troop with broadswords swinging , Bits and bridles sharply ringing , Loose and free and froward ; Quoth the foremost , " Ride him down ! Push him ! prick him ! through the town Drive the Quaker ...
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... word , and , master mine , As we charged on Tilly's line , And his Walloon lancers , Smiting through their midst we'll teach Civil look and decent speech To these boyish prancers ! " " Marvel not , mine ancient friend , Like beginning ...
... word , and , master mine , As we charged on Tilly's line , And his Walloon lancers , Smiting through their midst we'll teach Civil look and decent speech To these boyish prancers ! " " Marvel not , mine ancient friend , Like beginning ...
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... Word Preach of Christ arisen ! Not in vain , Confessor old , Unto us the tale is told Of thy day of trial ; Every age on him , who strays From its broad and beaten ways , Pours its seven - fold vial . Happy he whose inward ear Angel ...
... Word Preach of Christ arisen ! Not in vain , Confessor old , Unto us the tale is told Of thy day of trial ; Every age on him , who strays From its broad and beaten ways , Pours its seven - fold vial . Happy he whose inward ear Angel ...
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... words must needs be spoken When the warm heart bleeds or burns With its scorn of wrong , or pity For the wronged , by turns . " But , by all thy nature's weakness , Hidden faults and follies known , Be thou , in rebuking evil ...
... words must needs be spoken When the warm heart bleeds or burns With its scorn of wrong , or pity For the wronged , by turns . " But , by all thy nature's weakness , Hidden faults and follies known , Be thou , in rebuking evil ...
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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...