The Early Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier

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T.Y. Crowell, 1893 - 335 oldal
 

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ix. oldal - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
xxix. oldal - 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...
xvi. oldal - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
308. oldal - Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
265. oldal - Nearer came the storm, and nearer, rolling fast and frightful on : "Speak, Ximena, speak and tell us, who has lost, and who has won ?" " Alas ! alas ! I know not ; friend and foe together fall, O'er the dying rush the living : pray, my sisters, for them all ! "Lo!
xxiii. oldal - I wonder if she thinks of them, And how the old time seems, If ever the pines of Ramoth wood Are sounding in her dreams. I see her face, I hear her voice, Does she remember mine? And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father's kine?
111. 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...
270. oldal - UP the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury ; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, Pressed the mob in fury. Flouted him the drunken churl, Jeered at him the serving-girl, Prompt to please her master ; And the begging carlin, late Fed and clothed at Ury's gate, Cursed him as he passed her. 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...
261. oldal - Earnest toil and strong endeavor Of a spirit which, within, Wrestles with familiar evil And besetting sin ; And, without, with tireless vigor, Steady heart, and purpose strong, In the power...
ix. oldal - Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official, The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial; The charcoal...

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