Life of John Greenleaf WhittierW. Scott, Limited, 1893 - 202 pagina's |
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Pagina 12
... look to the people at large for the substance of national or sectional traits . The base , not the peak , of the pyra- mid determines its bearings . There is , to be sure , as much human nature in the mansion as in the cottage , in the ...
... look to the people at large for the substance of national or sectional traits . The base , not the peak , of the pyra- mid determines its bearings . There is , to be sure , as much human nature in the mansion as in the cottage , in the ...
Pagina 25
... look to meet the steeple - hatted farmer , in woollen hose and doublet , following his team a - field ; to see the matron in her coif , with a kerchief over her shoulders , sitting by the door at her spinning - wheel ; the daughters ...
... look to meet the steeple - hatted farmer , in woollen hose and doublet , following his team a - field ; to see the matron in her coif , with a kerchief over her shoulders , sitting by the door at her spinning - wheel ; the daughters ...
Pagina 29
... look upon the old farmhouse from a proper point without , it will be seen that , if there were once more a garden in front , a tall well - sweep at the left , the barn and shed in the rear , and if the oaks on every side were renewed ...
... look upon the old farmhouse from a proper point without , it will be seen that , if there were once more a garden in front , a tall well - sweep at the left , the barn and shed in the rear , and if the oaks on every side were renewed ...
Pagina 32
... looks quite justified my mother's suspicions . He was an olive - complexioned , black - bearded Italian , with an eye like a live coal , such a face as perchance looks out on the traveller in the passes of the Abruzzi , one of those ...
... looks quite justified my mother's suspicions . He was an olive - complexioned , black - bearded Italian , with an eye like a live coal , such a face as perchance looks out on the traveller in the passes of the Abruzzi , one of those ...
Pagina 33
... look At the grey wizard's conjuring book , The fame whereof went far and wide Through all the simple country side ; We heard the hawks at twilight play , The boat - horn on Piscataqua , The loon's weird laughter far away ; We fish'd her ...
... look At the grey wizard's conjuring book , The fame whereof went far and wide Through all the simple country side ; We heard the hawks at twilight play , The boat - horn on Piscataqua , The loon's weird laughter far away ; We fish'd her ...
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Pagina 34 - In moons and tides and weather wise, He read the clouds as prophecies, And foul or fair could well divine, By many an occult hint and sign, Holding the...
Pagina 173 - Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill of snow; For I knew she was telling the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, 'My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away.
Pagina 45 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Pagina 62 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
Pagina 144 - It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving.
Pagina 168 - 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.
Pagina 107 - Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone : from those great eyes The soul has fled : When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead!
Pagina 50 - And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD ; but the LORD was not in the wind : and after the wind an earthquake ; but the LORD was not in the earthquake : and after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.