The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier. Complete illustr. ed., with critical biogr. by W.M. Rossetti |
Términos y frases comunes
Æsir angels Attitash beauty beneath blessed blood bloom blow brave breath brow calm Castine chain cloud cold curse dark dead dear dream earth Esbern Snare evermore evil eyes faith fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feet fire flowers freedom God's Goody Cole grave gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human JOSEPH STURGE land light lips lone look Lord mountain never Newbury town night Norembega Norridgewock o'er pain pale peace PENNACOOK pines poor praise pray prayer pride Quaker rill rock round Sachem sail Saugus shade shadow shame shining shore singing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit stood sunset sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tread trees truth unto voice Vordingborg wall waters waves weary Weetamoo wigwam wild wind wood words wrong
Pasajes populares
Página 132 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Página 366 - Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!
Página 203 - 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.
Página 204 - 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...
Página 128 - Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast, — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane.
Página 204 - ... on its top the stout back-stick ; The knotty forestick laid apart, And filled between with curious art The ragged brush ; then, hovering near, We watched the first red blaze appear, Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam On whitewashed wall and sagging beam, Until the old, rude-furnished room...
Página 100 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal ! Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, O bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime.
Página 202 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow-storm told.
Página 399 - God ! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done, And trust Thee for the opening one.
Página 43 - Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o