The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier: Illustrated with Steel ..., Volume 1 John Greenleaf Whittier Visualização integral - 1892 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Æsir angels beauty beneath bird bloom breath breeze Brown Dwarf child cloud cried dark dead dear door dream earth evil eyes face fair faith fear feet flowers God's golden goodwife grave gray green hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy Indian Ishmael Ben Elisha JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord maid maiden Marblehead Martha Mason Merrimac mother night Norembega NORSEMEN o'er pain Passaconaway passed Pastorius Pennacook pity poor pray prayer pride priest Quaker Ramoth river rock rose round sailed Saugus shade shadow shame shone shore singing smiled song soul sound spake stone stood strong sweet thee thou thought town trees voice wall wampum waters waves weary Weetamoo Wenham Lake whisper wife wigwam wild William Penn wind witch wonder woods words young
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Página 151 - The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, And saw Maud Muller standing still. "A form more fair, a face more sweet, Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair.
Página 176 - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead...
Página 175 - OF all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, — On Apuleius's Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of brass, Witch astride of a human back, Islam's prophet on Al-Borak, — The strangest ride that ever was sped Was Ireson's, out from Marblehead!
Página 175 - Ireson stood in the cart. Scores of women, old and young, Strong of muscle, and glib of tongue, Pushed and pulled up the rocky lane, Shouting and singing the shrill refrain: "Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an corr'd in a corrt By the women o...
Página 187 - Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink. A year has gone, as the tortoise goes, Heavy and slow; And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows, And the same brook sings of a year ago. There's the same sweet clover-smell in the breeze; And the June sun warm Tangles his wings of fire in the trees, Setting, as then, over Fernside farm.
Página 148 - 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 112 - Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array, Who is losing? who is winning? are they far or come they near? Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whither rolls the storm we hear. "Down the hills of Angostura still the storm of battle rolls; Blood is flowing, men are dying; God have mercy on their souls !" Who IB losing? who is winning? "Over hill and over plain, I see bat smoke of cannon clouding through the mountain rain.
Página 107 - UP the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury ; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, Pressed the mob in fury. Flouted him the drunken churl, Jeered at him the serving-girl, Prompt to please her master ; And the begging carlin, late Fed and clothed at Ury's gate, Cursed him as he passed her.
Página 113 - Ah! the smoke has rolled away; And I see the Northern rifles gleaming down the ranks of gray. Hark! that sudden blast of bugles! there the troop of Minon wheels; There the Northern horses thunder, with the cannon at their heels. "Jesu, pity! how it thickens! now retreat and now advance!
Página 151 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay; " No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.