Life of John Greenleaf WhittierW. Scott, Limited, 1893 - 202 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... Telling the Bees " ; his descriptive poetry characterised by Stoddard ; " A Dream of Summer " ; personal poems Stoddard's further criticism Whittier a natural balladist the strong human element in him ; " Barbara Frietchie " " Floyd ...
... Telling the Bees " ; his descriptive poetry characterised by Stoddard ; " A Dream of Summer " ; personal poems Stoddard's further criticism Whittier a natural balladist the strong human element in him ; " Barbara Frietchie " " Floyd ...
Pagina 72
... tell the very soil itself what its perverse inhabitants are dead to ; nay , though what I have spoken should prove ( which Thou suffer not , who didst make mankind free , nor Thou next , who didst redeem us from being servants of sin ...
... tell the very soil itself what its perverse inhabitants are dead to ; nay , though what I have spoken should prove ( which Thou suffer not , who didst make mankind free , nor Thou next , who didst redeem us from being servants of sin ...
Pagina 83
... tell their story Of fainting women dragg'd along , Gash'd by the whip , accursed and gory . And will ye ask me why this taunt Of memories sacred from the scorner , And why with restless hand I plant A nettle on the graves ye honour ...
... tell their story Of fainting women dragg'd along , Gash'd by the whip , accursed and gory . And will ye ask me why this taunt Of memories sacred from the scorner , And why with restless hand I plant A nettle on the graves ye honour ...
Pagina 87
... Tell us not of banks and tariffs ! cease your paltry pedlar cries ! Shall the good State sink her honour that your gambling stocks may rise ? Would ye barter men for cotton ; that your gains may sum up higher , Must we kiss the feet of ...
... Tell us not of banks and tariffs ! cease your paltry pedlar cries ! Shall the good State sink her honour that your gambling stocks may rise ? Would ye barter men for cotton ; that your gains may sum up higher , Must we kiss the feet of ...
Pagina 127
... his work in New- buryport , where he was buried beneath the church that bears his name . " Telling the Bees " refers to a New England prevalent custom , brought from the old country . On the death of a member of a family , WHITTIER . 127.
... his work in New- buryport , where he was buried beneath the church that bears his name . " Telling the Bees " refers to a New England prevalent custom , brought from the old country . On the death of a member of a family , WHITTIER . 127.
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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.