 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...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...not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin. Ah! that thon couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy! /A' SCHOOL-DA YS. STILL sits the school-house... | |
 | 1897 - 404 oldal
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch: pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy! Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy! The Vanishers. Sweetest of all childlike dreams In the simple Indian lore Still to me the legend seems... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1861 - 340 oldal
...the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod. Like a colt's for work be...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! FLOWERS IN WINTER. FAIXTED UPON A POKTE LIVKE. How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 oldal
...hide In the prison-cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, 889 Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! JOHN GREKNLEAF WHITTIER. FLORENCE VANE. I LOVED thee long and dearly, Florence Vane ; My life's bright dream... | |
 | 1861 - 316 oldal
...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. Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous... | |
 | 1861 - 320 oldal
...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. . Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground ; Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous... | |
 | Elizabeth A. Thurston - 1866 - 320 oldal
...the cool wind kiss the heat; All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! JG Whittier. HARRY'S LETTER DEAR BILL : TTERE I am in Lincolnshire. Now I'll tell you what I want.... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 oldal
...the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! FLOWERS IN WINTER. PAINTED UPON A. PORTE LIVRE, flow strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 276 oldal
...orchestra? choir? monarch? pomp? Fifth Stanza. What is the " new-mown sward" ? Explain the two lines, Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin." Give the meaning of baptisms, moil, quick, treacherous. XIV.— THE DAISY'S FIRST WINTER. HARRIET B.... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 430 oldal
...the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be...couldst know thy joy. Ere it passes, barefoot boy I FLOWERS IN WINTER. PAINTED UPON A. PORTE LIVBB. How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful... | |
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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... 
