The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier with Numerous IllustrationsJ. R. Osgood, 1876 - 297ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Breaking the mesh of the bramble fine , Turning aside the wild grapevine , And lightly crossing the quaking bog Whose surface shakes at the leap of the frog , And out of whose pools the ghostly fog Creeps into the chill moonshine ! Yet ...
... Breaking the mesh of the bramble fine , Turning aside the wild grapevine , And lightly crossing the quaking bog Whose surface shakes at the leap of the frog , And out of whose pools the ghostly fog Creeps into the chill moonshine ! Yet ...
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... break or by rifle - shot ; But spare awhile the scoff and threat , - Our business is not finished yet . " " True , true , my girl , -I only meant To draw up again the bow unbent . Harm thee , my Ruth ! I only sought To frighten off thy ...
... break or by rifle - shot ; But spare awhile the scoff and threat , - Our business is not finished yet . " " True , true , my girl , -I only meant To draw up again the bow unbent . Harm thee , my Ruth ! I only sought To frighten off thy ...
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... Breaking the dull continuous wood , The Merrimack rolled down his flood ; Mingling that clear pellucid brook , Which channels vast Agioochook When spring - time's sun and shower unlock The frozen fountains of the rock , And more ...
... Breaking the dull continuous wood , The Merrimack rolled down his flood ; Mingling that clear pellucid brook , Which channels vast Agioochook When spring - time's sun and shower unlock The frozen fountains of the rock , And more ...
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... break The mirror which its waters make . The solemn pines along its shore , The firs which hang its gray rocks o'er , Are painted on its glassy floor . The sun looks o'er , with hazy eye , The snowy mountain - tops which lie Piled ...
... break The mirror which its waters make . The solemn pines along its shore , The firs which hang its gray rocks o'er , Are painted on its glassy floor . The sun looks o'er , with hazy eye , The snowy mountain - tops which lie Piled ...
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... breaking heart Poured through a mother's groan . Up from that loathsome prison The stricken blind ones came : Below , had all been darkness , - Above , was still the same . 38 39 Yet the holy breath of heaven Was sweetly breathing there.
... breaking heart Poured through a mother's groan . Up from that loathsome prison The stricken blind ones came : Below , had all been darkness , - Above , was still the same . 38 39 Yet the holy breath of heaven Was sweetly breathing there.
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196 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread. Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead...
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - We piled, with care, our nightly stack Of wood against the chimney-back, — The oaken log, green, huge, and thick, And on its top the stout back-stick; The knotty forestick laid apart, And filled between with curious art The ragged brush; then, hovering near, We watched the first red blaze appear, Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam On whitewashed wall and sagging beam, • Until the old, rude-furnished room Burst, flower-like, into rosy bloom...
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - It shivered the window, pane and sash ; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick as it fell, from the broken staff, Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf: She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
151 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,
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone. We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament. No cloud above, no earth below— A universe of sky and snow!
151 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... and cold, And his mother vain of her rank and gold. So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, And Maud was left in the field alone. But the lawyers smiled that afternoon, When he hummed in court an old love-tune; And the young girl mused beside the well Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own...
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat ; And ever, when a louder blast Shook beam and rafter as it passed, The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed...