John Greenleaf Whittier: His Life,genius,and WritingsCassino, 1882 - 311 Seiten |
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 177 - THE preparations of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, is from the LORD.
Seite 188 - When on my day of life the night is falling, And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, I hear far voices out of darkness calling My feet to paths unknown...
Seite 45 - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat...
Seite 188 - I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within ; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin.
Seite 56 - STILL sits the schoolhouse by the road, A ragged beggar sunning; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal frescoes on its wall; Its door's worn sill, betraying The feet that, creeping slow to school, Went storming out to playing!
Seite 187 - And, step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man...
Seite 59 - 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.
Seite 61 - So days went on: a week had passed Since the great world was heard from last. The almanac we studied o'er, Read and reread our little store Of books and pamphlets, scarce a score: One harmless novel, mostly hid From younger eyes, a book forbid ; And poetry — or good or bad, A single book was all we had...
Seite 61 - I leaned to hear thee speak, Or raised my doubtful eye to thine. I hear again thy low replies, I feel thy arm within my own, And timidly again uprise The fringed lids of hazel eyes, With soft brown tresses overblown. Ah ! memories of sweet summer eves, Of moonlit wave and willowy way, Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves, And smiles and tones more dear than they...
Seite 300 - So I returned and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.