The Writings of John Greenleaf Whittier in 7 V, Τόμος 2Macmillan & Company, 1888 |
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Abram Morrison angels Bearcamp beauty beneath bird bless blind bloom blow breath calm cloud Crown 8vo dark dear divine dream earth Eternal evermore eyes faith fall Father fear feel feet fire flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Galilee Gennesaret gift glad Glad song God's golden grace gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hope and faith human JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Lady Hester Stanhope leaves life's light lips living look Lord Mayflower morning mountain Muezzin never night o'er Ossipee pain pines Poems praise pray prayer round shade shadow shadows fall shine silence sing skies smile snow song soul spirit stars strong summer sunset sunshine sweet sweet day tender thee thine thou thought tread trees unto voice wall wandering waves whisper wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wind-flower wings winter wood words
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Σελίδα 129 - ... 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...
Σελίδα 209 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument : for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Σελίδα 136 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the winged snow; And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Σελίδα 142 - 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!
Σελίδα 127 - And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace: From my heart I give thee joy — I was once a barefoot boy!
Σελίδα 129 - O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Σελίδα 140 - 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...
Σελίδα 161 - Others shall sing the song, Others shall right the wrong, — Finish what I begin, And all I fail of win. What matter, I or they ? Mine or another's day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made...
Σελίδα 145 - In moons and tides and weather wise, He read the clouds as prophecies, And foul or fair could well divine, By many an occult hint and sign, Holding the cunning-warded keys...
Σελίδα 154 - Pointed with mutely warning sign Its black hand to the hour of nine. That sign the pleasant circle broke : My uncle ceased his pipe to smoke, Knocked from its bowl the refuse gray, And laid it tenderly away, Then roused himself to safely cover The dull red brands with ashes over. And while, with care, our mother laid The work aside, her steps she stayed One moment, seeking to express Her grateful sense of happiness For food and shelter, warmth and health, And love's contentment more than wealth...