Life of John Greenleaf WhittierW. Scott, Limited, 1893 - 202 pagina's |
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Pagina 49
... spirit of his lyrics . I have since listened to the same melodies ; but the skilful performance of the artist lacked the novel charm of the gaberlunzie's singing in the old farmhouse kitchen . " When I was fourteen years old , my first ...
... spirit of his lyrics . I have since listened to the same melodies ; but the skilful performance of the artist lacked the novel charm of the gaberlunzie's singing in the old farmhouse kitchen . " When I was fourteen years old , my first ...
Pagina 58
... Spirit , " the " City of the Plain , " and the " Vaudois Teacher , " - the last , many years ago translated into French , read and treasured among the primitive Protestants of the valleys of the Lower Alps ; for some time believed to be ...
... Spirit , " the " City of the Plain , " and the " Vaudois Teacher , " - the last , many years ago translated into French , read and treasured among the primitive Protestants of the valleys of the Lower Alps ; for some time believed to be ...
Pagina 69
... spirit , has been be- queathed to me . How else can I account for the intense childish eagerness with which I listened to the stories of old campaigners who fought their battles over again in my hearing ? Why did I , in my young fancy ...
... spirit , has been be- queathed to me . How else can I account for the intense childish eagerness with which I listened to the stories of old campaigners who fought their battles over again in my hearing ? Why did I , in my young fancy ...
Pagina 71
... spirit of the stern old republican remained to the last unbroken , realising the truth of the language of his own ' Samson Agonistes ' : - ' But patience is more of the exercise Of saints , the trial of their fortitude , Making them ...
... spirit of the stern old republican remained to the last unbroken , realising the truth of the language of his own ' Samson Agonistes ' : - ' But patience is more of the exercise Of saints , the trial of their fortitude , Making them ...
Pagina 83
... And suffering and heroic woman . No ! for yourselves alone I turn The pages of intolerance over , That in their spirit dark and stern Ye haply may your own discover . And what are ye who strive with God Against the WHITTIER . 83.
... And suffering and heroic woman . No ! for yourselves alone I turn The pages of intolerance over , That in their spirit dark and stern Ye haply may your own discover . And what are ye who strive with God Against the WHITTIER . 83.
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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.