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 breeze Brown Dwarf child cloud cold cried dark dead dear door dream earth evil eyes face fair faith father fear feet flowers God's golden goodwife grace grave gray green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy Indian Ishmael Ben Elisha JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light lips living look Lord maid maiden Marblehead Martha Mason MAUD MULLER Merrimac mother murmur Newbury town night Norembega o'er pain Passaconaway passed Pastorius Pennacook pity poor pray prayer priest Quaker Ramoth river rock round sailed Saugus shade shadow shame shone shore sing smiled song soul sound spake stone stood strong sweet thee thou town trees voice wall wampum waters waves weary Weetamoo Wenham Lake whisper wife wigwam wild William Penn wind witch wonder woods words wrong young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 161 - Hulks of old sailors run aground, Shook head, and fist, and hat, and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse 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 160 - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!
Página 122 - Through the harsh noises of our day A low, sweet prelude finds its way; Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of fear, A light is breaking, calm and clear. That song of Love, now low and far, Erelong shall swell from star to star! That light, the breaking day, which tips The golden-spired Apocalypse!
Página 159 - 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...
Página 162 - Said an old wife, mourning her only son: " Cut the rogue's tether and let him run ! " So with soft relentings and rude excuse, Half scorn, half pity, they cut him loose, And gave him a cloak to hide him in, And left him alone with his shame and sin. Poor Floyd Treson, for his hard heart.
Página 142 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees ; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown ; And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
Página 103 - Marvel not, mine ancient friend, Like beginning, like the end:" Quoth the Laird of Ury, "Is the sinful servant more Than his gracious Lord who bore Bonds and stripes in Jewry? "Give me joy that in his name I can bear, with patient frame, All these vain ones offer; While for them he suffereth long, Shall I answer wrong with wrong, Scoffing with the scoffer?
Página 103 - Comrade mine," said Ury's lord ; " Put it up I pray thee : Passive to His holy will, Trust I in my Master still, Even though He slay me. "Pledges of thy love and faith, Proved on many a field of death, Not by me are needed.
Página 103 - Cursed him as he passed her. Yet, with calm and stately mien, Up the streets of Aberdeen Came he slowly riding: And, to all he saw and heard, Answering not with bitter word, Turning not for chiding. Came a troop with broadswords swinging, Bits and bridles sharply ringing, Loose and free and froward; Quoth the foremost, "Ride him down! Push him! prick him! through the town Drive the Quaker coward!" But from out the thickening crowd Cried a sudden voice and loud: "Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!
Página 106 - Nearer came the storm, and nearer, rolling fast and frightful on: Speak, Ximena, speak and tell us, who has lost, and who has won ? "Alas! alas! I know not; friend and foe together fall, O'er the dying rush the living; pray, my sisters, for them all!