John Greenleaf Whittier

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1903 - 311 páginas

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Página 113 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
Página 264 - What the strange voices whispered down ; Along his task-field weird processions swept, The visionary pomp of stately phantoms stepped. The common air was thick with dreams, — He told them to the toiling crowd ; Such music as the woods and streams Sang in his ear he sang aloud ; In still, shut bays, on windy capes, He heard the call of beckoning shapes, And, as the gray old shadows prompted him, To homely moulds of rhyme he shaped their legends grim.
Página 273 - Flemish pictures of old days ; Sit with me by the homestead hearth, And stretch the hands of memory forth To warm them at the wood-fire's blaze ! And thanks untraced to lips unknown Shall greet me like the odors blown From unseen meadows newly mown, Or lilies floating in some pond, Wood-fringed, the wayside gaze beyond ; The traveller owns the grateful sense Of sweetness near, he knows not whence, And, pausing, takes with forehead bare The benediction of the air.
Página 267 - And, in sad keeping with all things about them, Shrill, querulous women, sour and sullen men, Untidy, loveless, old before their time, With scarce a human interest save their own Monotonous round of small economies, Or the poor scandal of the neighborhood...
Página 31 - Burns' poems, from which he read, greatly to my delight. I begged him to leave the book with me, and set myself at once to the task of mastering the glossary of the Scottish dialect at its close. This was about the first poetry I had ever read— with the exception of that of the Bible, of which I had been a close student— and it had a lasting influence upon me. I began to make rhymes myself, and to imagine stories and adventures.
Página 231 - The riches of the commonwealth Are free, strong minds, and hearts of health ; And more to her than gold or grain, The cunning hand and cultured brain.
Página 273 - Yet, haply, in some lull of life, Some Truce of God which breaks its strife, The worldling's eyes shall gather dew, Dreaming in throngful city ways Of winter joys his boyhood knew; And dear and early friends...
Página 229 - O, leather-clad Fox? Can that be thy son, in the battle's mid din, Preaching brotherly love and then driving it in To the brain of the tough old Goliah of sin, With the smoothest of pebbles from Castaly's spring Impressed on his hard moral sense with a sling...
Página 34 - And if at times an evil strain, To lawless love appealing, Broke in upon the sweet refrain Of pure and healthful feeling, It died upon the eye and ear, No inward answer gaining ; No heart had I to see or hear The discord and the staining.
Página 168 - 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.

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