The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1873 - 395 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 87
עמוד iv
... lips the blessing of the sky . The rigor of a frozen clime , The harshness of an untaught ear , The jarring words of one whose rhyme Beat often Labor's hurried time , Or Duty's rugged march through storm and strife , are here . Of ...
... lips the blessing of the sky . The rigor of a frozen clime , The harshness of an untaught ear , The jarring words of one whose rhyme Beat often Labor's hurried time , Or Duty's rugged march through storm and strife , are here . Of ...
עמוד 4
... lips which love's embraces met , The hand her tears of parting wet , The voice whose pleading tones beguiled The ... lip is clenched , the tears are still , God pity thee , Ruth Bonython ! With what a strength of will Are nature's ...
... lips which love's embraces met , The hand her tears of parting wet , The voice whose pleading tones beguiled The ... lip is clenched , the tears are still , God pity thee , Ruth Bonython ! With what a strength of will Are nature's ...
עמוד 5
... lip of Me- gone : " Will the Sachem hear what his father shall ask ? Will he make his mark , that it may be known , On ... lips had broken , - A sound without a breath ! " Father ! my life I value less Than yonder fool his gaudy dress ...
... lip of Me- gone : " Will the Sachem hear what his father shall ask ? Will he make his mark , that it may be known , On ... lips had broken , - A sound without a breath ! " Father ! my life I value less Than yonder fool his gaudy dress ...
עמוד 6
... lips draw And he sinks again , like a senseless log . --- Ruth does not speak , she does not stir ; But she gazes down on the murderer , Whose broken and dreamful slumbers tell Too much for her ear of that deed of hell . She sees the ...
... lips draw And he sinks again , like a senseless log . --- Ruth does not speak , she does not stir ; But she gazes down on the murderer , Whose broken and dreamful slumbers tell Too much for her ear of that deed of hell . She sees the ...
עמוד 7
... lips drawn tight across her teeth , Showing their locked embrace beneath , In the red firelight : - " Mogg must die ! Give me the knife ! " - The outlaw turns , Shuddering in heart and limb , away , But , fitfully there , the hearth ...
... lips drawn tight across her teeth , Showing their locked embrace beneath , In the red firelight : - " Mogg must die ! Give me the knife ! " - The outlaw turns , Shuddering in heart and limb , away , But , fitfully there , the hearth ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Æsir angels beauty beneath bird blessed blood bloom blow breath brow calm chain cloud cold dark dead dear dream earth Esbern Snare evermore evil eyes faith fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feet fire flowers freedom God's gold Goody Cole grave gray green Hampton River hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord mountain murmur never Newbury town night Norembega Norridgewock o'er pain pale peace Pennacook pines poor praise pray prayer Quaker rills rock round sail shade shadow shame shine shore silent sing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit stars summer sunset sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tread trees truth unto voice wall waves weary Weetamoo wigwam wild William Penn wind wood words wrong
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 268 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
עמוד 284 - Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls, and from the mows Eaked down the herd's-grass for the cows : Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
עמוד 224 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him! why should we!
עמוד 194 - 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! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy!
עמוד 317 - And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
עמוד 194 - 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...
עמוד 204 - 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.
עמוד 194 - For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
עמוד 203 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her...
עמוד 55 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, — their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place, — A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.