The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Band 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Seite 161 - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
Seite 137 - 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...
Seite 170 - HERE is the place ; right over the hill Runs the path I took ; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. There is the house, with the gate redbarred, And the poplars tall ; And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, And the white horns tossing above the wall.
Seite 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!
Seite 175 - Of the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'errun, 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.
Seite 105 - 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!
Seite 186 - They went up to their homes that day, As men and Christians justified : God willed it, and the wretch had died!
Seite 231 - HER fingers shame the ivory keys They dance so light along ; The bloom upon her parted lips Is sweeter than the song. O perfumed suitor, spare thy smiles ! Her thoughts are not of thee ; She better loves the salted wind, The voices of the sea. Her heart is like an outbound ship That at its anchor swings ; The murmur of the stranded shell Is in the song she sings. She sings, and, smiling, hears her praise, But dreams...
Seite 161 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, 'God has touched him! why should we?
Seite 182 - The nurse hushed with it the baby's cry ; And it served, in the worthy minister's eye, To paint the primitive serpent by. Cotton Mather came galloping down All the way to Newbury town, With his eyes agog and his ears set wide, And his marvellous inkhorn at his side ; Stirring the while in the shallow pool Of his brains for the lore he learned at school...