Poems: By John G. Whittier, Illus. by H. BillingSanborn, Carter & Bazin, 1855 - 396 oldal |
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19. oldal
... sunshine fell ! The Indian's heart is hard and cold It closes darkly o'er its care , And , formed in Nature's sternest mould , Is slow to feel , and strong to bear . The war - paint on the Sachem's face , Unwet with tears , shone fierce ...
... sunshine fell ! The Indian's heart is hard and cold It closes darkly o'er its care , And , formed in Nature's sternest mould , Is slow to feel , and strong to bear . The war - paint on the Sachem's face , Unwet with tears , shone fierce ...
30. oldal
... sunshine , Or freeze with the cold . Let us give to our lost one the robes that she wore , Mat wonck kunna - monee ! We see her no more ! - The path she is treading Shall soon be our own ; Each gliding in shadow Unseen and alone ! In ...
... sunshine , Or freeze with the cold . Let us give to our lost one the robes that she wore , Mat wonck kunna - monee ! We see her no more ! - The path she is treading Shall soon be our own ; Each gliding in shadow Unseen and alone ! In ...
40. oldal
... sunshine than the rain ; Yet , where her long fair hair is parting , A pure white brow into light is starting ; And , where the folds of her blanket sever , Are a neck and bosom as white as ever The foam - wreaths rise on the leaping ...
... sunshine than the rain ; Yet , where her long fair hair is parting , A pure white brow into light is starting ; And , where the folds of her blanket sever , Are a neck and bosom as white as ever The foam - wreaths rise on the leaping ...
43. oldal
... sunshine Looks in among the groves of pine- A stream , where , round thy light canoe , The trout and salmon dart in view , And the fair girl , before thee now , Spreading thy mat with hand of snow , Or plying , in the dews of morn ...
... sunshine Looks in among the groves of pine- A stream , where , round thy light canoe , The trout and salmon dart in view , And the fair girl , before thee now , Spreading thy mat with hand of snow , Or plying , in the dews of morn ...
49. oldal
... sunshine , stirred At intervals by breeze and bird , And wearing all the hues which glow In heaven's own pure and perfect bow , That glorious picture of the air , Which summer's light - robed angel forms On the dark ground of fading ...
... sunshine , stirred At intervals by breeze and bird , And wearing all the hues which glow In heaven's own pure and perfect bow , That glorious picture of the air , Which summer's light - robed angel forms On the dark ground of fading ...
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altar angels arms beauty beneath blessed blood bondman's breath breeze brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dank and lone dark daughters dead dream earth evil Faneuil Hall fathers fear feel fetters fire flowers Freedom glance grave green grey Hall hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills holy human hunting Indian Jesuit John Bonython land light lips look Massachusetts Mogg Megone mountain murmur Narragansett Bay night Norridgewock o'er pale Passaconaway Pennacook prayer pride priest Quaker rice-swamp dank rill rock round Rouville Sachem Saco river Saugus Scamman scorn shade shadow shame shore shrine slave slavery Slavery's smile Sokokis sold and gone song soul sound spirit stood sunset sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou thrill TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tree truth unto voice wall wampum waters wave weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
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170. oldal - 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.
316. oldal - O'er the rabble's laughter ; And, while Hatred's fagots burn, Glimpses through the smoke discern Of the good hereafter. Knowing this, that never yet Share of Truth was vainly set In the world's wide fallow ; After hands shall sow the seed, After hands from hill and mead Reap the harvests yellow. Thus, with somewhat of the Seer, Must the moral pioneer From the Future borrow; Clothe the waste with dreams of grain, And, on midnight's sky of rain, Paint the golden morrow 1
262. oldal - s rest in his still countenance ! He mocks no grief with idle cheer, Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear ; But ills and woes he may not cure He kindly trains us to endure. Angel of Patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling...
iii. oldal - I LOVE the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase, Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew.
163. oldal - GONE, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings, Where the noisome insect stings, Where the fever demon strews Poison with the falling dews. Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone, — sold anii gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
133. oldal - OUR fellow-countrymen in chains! Slaves — in a land of light and law! Slaves — crouching on the very plains Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war! A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood — A wail where Camden's martyrs fell — By every shrine of patriot blood, From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well!
145. oldal - JUST God ! — and these are they Who minister at Thine altar, God of Right ! Men who their hands with prayer and blessing lay On Israel's Ark of light ! "WTiat ! preach and kidnap men ? Give thanks — and rob Thy own afflicted poor ? Talk of Thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive's door...
139. oldal - I love thee with a brother's love, I feel my pulses thrill, To mark thy spirit soar above The cloud of human ill. My heart hath leaped to answer thine, And echo back thy words, As leaps the warrior's at the shine And flash of kindred swords...
150. oldal - Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win ? Is this the soil whereon they moved ? Are these the graves they slumber in ? Are we the sons by whom are borne The mantles which the dead have worn ? And shall we crouch above these graves, With craven soul and fettered lip...
247. oldal - He comes — he comes — the Frost Spirit comes ! — from the frozen Labrador — From the icy bridge of the Northern seas, which the white bear wanders o'er — "Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice, and the luckless forms below In the sunless cold of the lingering night into marble statues grow!