The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, 640È£Macmillan and Company, 1874 - 481ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... dear , Where Phillips ' 4 men their watch are keeping . Let him hie him away through the dank river fog , Never rustling the boughs nor dis- placing the rocks , For the eyes and the ears which are watching for Mogg , Are keener than ...
... dear , Where Phillips ' 4 men their watch are keeping . Let him hie him away through the dank river fog , Never rustling the boughs nor dis- placing the rocks , For the eyes and the ears which are watching for Mogg , Are keener than ...
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... dear lost mother ! sad and pale , Mournfully sinking day by day , And with a hold on life as frail As frosted leaves , that , thin and gray , Hang feebly on their parent spray , And tremble in the gale ; Yet watching o'er my ...
... dear lost mother ! sad and pale , Mournfully sinking day by day , And with a hold on life as frail As frosted leaves , that , thin and gray , Hang feebly on their parent spray , And tremble in the gale ; Yet watching o'er my ...
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... dear familiar face , He wept to find the vision flown , A phantom and a dream alone ! THE NORSEMEN.30 GIFT from the cold and silent Past ! A relic to the present cast ; Left on the ever - changing strand Of shifting and unstable sand ...
... dear familiar face , He wept to find the vision flown , A phantom and a dream alone ! THE NORSEMEN.30 GIFT from the cold and silent Past ! A relic to the present cast ; Left on the ever - changing strand Of shifting and unstable sand ...
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... dear ! ¡± 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 ...
... dear ! ¡± 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 ...
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... Dear the wrestling hours of prayer , When we gathered knee to knee , Blameless youth and hoary hair , Bowed , O God , alone to thee . 47 As thine early children , Lord , Shared their wealth and daily bread , Even so , with one accord ...
... Dear the wrestling hours of prayer , When we gathered knee to knee , Blameless youth and hoary hair , Bowed , O God , alone to thee . 47 As thine early children , Lord , Shared their wealth and daily bread , Even so , with one accord ...
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387 ÆäÀÌÁö - On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
351 ÆäÀÌÁö - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - Revile him not, the Tempter hath A snare for all; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall! Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn ! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven!
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - Would she were mine, and I today, Like her, a harvester of hay: "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, "But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
236 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cheerily, then, my little man, 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: 1856.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, for boyhood's painless play; Sleep that wakes in laughing day; Health that mocks the doctor's rules; Knowledge, (never learned of schools...
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words." But he thought of his sisters, proud 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.
273 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!