The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Complete in Two Volumes, 2±ÇTicknor and Fields, 1868 |
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... tongue , To the quaint tune of some old psalm , a husking- ballad sung . THE CORN SONG . HEAP high the farmer's wintry hoard ! Heap high the golden corn ! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn ! Let other lands ...
... tongue , To the quaint tune of some old psalm , a husking- ballad sung . THE CORN SONG . HEAP high the farmer's wintry hoard ! Heap high the golden corn ! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn ! Let other lands ...
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... enwoven skylight , Speaks He in the breeze , As of old beneath the twilight Of lost Eden's trees ! For his ear , the inward feeling Needs no outward tongue ; THE LUMBERMEN . He can see the spirit kneeling While 22 . SONGS OF LABOR .
... enwoven skylight , Speaks He in the breeze , As of old beneath the twilight Of lost Eden's trees ! For his ear , the inward feeling Needs no outward tongue ; THE LUMBERMEN . He can see the spirit kneeling While 22 . SONGS OF LABOR .
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... in a strange and Northern tongue . Not wholly lost , oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward , through its blood and ashes , spring afresh the Eden flowers ; BARCLAY OF URY . 31 From its smoking hell of 30 MISCELLANEOUS .
... in a strange and Northern tongue . Not wholly lost , oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward , through its blood and ashes , spring afresh the Eden flowers ; BARCLAY OF URY . 31 From its smoking hell of 30 MISCELLANEOUS .
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... tongue and pen Which , world - wide , echo CHANNING's fame , As one of Heaven's anointed men , Have sanctified his name . In vain shall Rome her portals bar , And shut from him her saintly prize , Whom , in the world's great calendar ...
... tongue and pen Which , world - wide , echo CHANNING's fame , As one of Heaven's anointed men , Have sanctified his name . In vain shall Rome her portals bar , And shut from him her saintly prize , Whom , in the world's great calendar ...
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... tongues had ceased , ¡æ And at one common altar knelt The Quaker and the priest . And not in vain : with strength renewed , And zeal refreshed , and hope less dim , For that brief meeting , each pursued The path allotted him . How ...
... tongues had ceased , ¡æ And at one common altar knelt The Quaker and the priest . And not in vain : with strength renewed , And zeal refreshed , and hope less dim , For that brief meeting , each pursued The path allotted him . How ...
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232 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - That all of good the past hath had, Remains to make our own time glad ; Our common daily life divine, And every land a Palestine.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 :
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea, — Looked for the coming that might not be!
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, "It might have been.
368 ÆäÀÌÁö - Enough that blessings undeserved have marked my erring track; that wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, his chastening turned me back; that more and more a Providence of love is understood, making the springs of time and sense sweet with eternal good; that death seems but a covered way which opens into light, wherein no blinded child can stray beyond the Father's sight...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through the harsh noises of our day A low, sweet prelude finds its way ; Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear, A light is breaking, calm and clear. That song of Love, now low and far, Ere long shall swell from star to star! That light, the breaking day, which tips The golden-spired Apocalypse...
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be; The first low wash of waves, where soon Shall roll a human sea. The rudiments of empire here Are plastic yet and warm; The chaos of a mighty world Is rounding into form!