Life of John Greenleaf WhittierW. Scott, Limited, 1893 - 202 pagina's |
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Pagina 14
... passing for a moment , a vision of peace , over their battle - field . They needed , also , their own pibroch and battle - cry , and this his song rang out ; their determination was in it , blended with the tenderness from which such ...
... passing for a moment , a vision of peace , over their battle - field . They needed , also , their own pibroch and battle - cry , and this his song rang out ; their determination was in it , blended with the tenderness from which such ...
Pagina 24
... want ? The two miles of road between Lake Kenoza and the old Whittier homestead form a lonely stretch , passing between high hills rolled back on either side in wolds that show against the sky . The homestead stands at 21 LIFE OF.
... want ? The two miles of road between Lake Kenoza and the old Whittier homestead form a lonely stretch , passing between high hills rolled back on either side in wolds that show against the sky . The homestead stands at 21 LIFE OF.
Pagina 32
... passes of the Abruzzi , one of those bandit visages which Salvator has painted . With some difficulty I gave him to understand my errand , when he over- whelmed me with thanks , and joyfully followed me back . He took his seat with us ...
... passes of the Abruzzi , one of those bandit visages which Salvator has painted . With some difficulty I gave him to understand my errand , when he over- whelmed me with thanks , and joyfully followed me back . He took his seat with us ...
Pagina 106
... passing of the Fugitive Slave Bill , that crowning insult to the Free States of the Union . " So fallen ! so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his grey hairs gone For evermore ! Revile him not ! the tempter ...
... passing of the Fugitive Slave Bill , that crowning insult to the Free States of the Union . " So fallen ! so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his grey hairs gone For evermore ! Revile him not ! the tempter ...
Pagina 115
... passes , and later readers lose for want of explanatory words . The poem of the " Hero , " written for the National Era , is a case in point . New Englanders , and others acquainted with the public men and institutions of Boston , would ...
... passes , and later readers lose for want of explanatory words . The poem of the " Hero , " written for the National Era , is a case in point . New Englanders , and others acquainted with the public men and institutions of Boston , would ...
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24 Warwick Lane Abolition Abolitionist American Amesbury anti-slavery appeared ballad beauty Boston Burns CHARLOTTE BRONTĖ divine DORA GREENWELL early Edited by John Edited by William EMERSON England English Ernest Rhys ESSAYS eyes farm father feel fire flowers Garrison genius grey Havelock Ellis Haverhill heard heart hills honour idylls INTRO Introduction J. G. Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Joseph Skipsey Lake Letters literary lived London Longfellow look Lowell Massachusetts meeting-house Merrimac Milton Moll Pitcher National Nature never notes paper Philadelphia poet poet's poetic poetry portrait praise preacher prose Puritan Quaker religious Review RODEN NOEL sister slave slavery Society of Friends song SONNETS soul stanzas Stedman story T. W. Rolleston thee Thou thought tion town trees truth uttered verse Voices of Freedom volume Walter Lewin WALTER SCOTT Whittier's poems William Sharp wind words writes written wrote young
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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.