Poems by John G. Whittier.Scholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1893 - 416 páginas |
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Poems of John G. Whittier: With Explanatory Notes, Volumen 1 John Greenleaf Whittier No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 1899 |
Términos y frases comunes
altar angel autumn beauty beneath blessed blood breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse DANIEL WHEELER dark dead dream earth evermore evil fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel fire flowers forest Freedom glance gleam God's gone grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human Indian Jesuit John Bonython land light lips Loch Maree lone look Lord Massachusetts Megone Merrimack Mogg mountain murmur night Norridgewock o'er pale Passaconaway Pennacook prayer priest rill rock round Sachem Saugus Scamman scorn shade shadow shame shine shore SILAS WRIGHT slave slavery smile soft song soul sound spirit stood storm strong sunset sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil Toussaint L'Ouverture tread tree trembling truth turned unto voice wall wampum waters wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
Pasajes populares
Página 291 - O brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother ; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there ; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
Página 343 - 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.
Página 103 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Página 284 - Yet, with calm and stately mien, up the streets of Aberdeen came he slowly riding: and, to all he saw and heard, answering not with bitter word, turning not for chiding. Came a troop with broadswords swinging, bits and bridles sharply ringing, loose and free and froward; quoth the foremost, " ride him down! push him! prick him! through the town drive the Quaker coward! " But from out the thickening crowd cried a sudden voice and loud:
Página 282 - A bitter curse upon them, poor boy, who led thee forth, From some gentle, sad-eyed mother, weeping, lonely, in the North ! " Spake the mournful Mexic woman, as she laid him with her dead, And turned to soothe the living, and bind the wounds which bled. Look forth once more, Ximena ! " Like a cloud before the wind Rolls the battle down the mountains, leaving blood and death behind ; Ah ! they plead in vain for inercy ; in the dust the wounded strive ; Hide your faces, holy angels ! O thou Christ of...
Página 146 - All that a sister State should do, all that a free State may, Heart, hand, and purse we proffer, as in our early day; But that one dark loathsome burden ye must stagger with alone, And reap the bitter harvest which ye yourselves have sown! Hold, while ye may, your struggling slaves, and burden God's free air With woman's shriek beneath the lash, and manhood's wild despair; Cling closer to the "cleaving curse" that writes upon your plains The blasting of Almighty wrath against a land of chains.
Página 62 - Pile my ship with bars of silver, pack with coins of Spanish gold, From keel-piece up to deck-plank, the roomage of her hold, By the living God who made me! — I would sooner in your bay Sink ship and crew and cargo, than bear this child away!" "Well answered, worthy captain, shame on their cruel laws!
Página 285 - Marvelled much that henchman bold, That his laird, so stout of old, Now so meekly pleaded. "Woe's the day," he sadly said, With a slowly shaking head, And a look of pity ; " Ury's honest lord reviled, Mock of knave and sport of child, In his own good city!
Página 187 - And what if my feet may not tread where He stood, Nor my ears hear the dashing of Galilee's flood, Nor my eyes see the cross which He bowed him to bear, Nor my knees press Gethsemane's garden of prayer. Yet loved of the Father, thy Spirit is near To the meek, and the lowly, and penitent here ; And the voice of thy love is the same even now, As at Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow.
Página 280 - Holy Mother! keep our brothers! Look, Ximena, look once more. " Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as before, Bearing on, in strange confusion, friend and foeman, foot and horse, Like some wild and troubled torrent sweeping down its mountain course.