The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volumen3Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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altar angels Barbara Frietchie beauty beneath blazon bless blood blow bondman's brave breaking breath brow calm chain cloud crime crown curse dark dead dream earth evil eyes faith Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters fire flag Frederic Remington Free Soil party Freedom Freedom called Freedom's Frémont glory God's grave gray green Hall hand hate hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope human JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Joseph Sturge land Liberty Liberty County light lips look Lord Massachusetts Moloch mountain negro nigger night Northern o'er pain peace poor praise prayer priest Rain-in-the-Face rice-swamp dank round scorn shadow shame shine slave slavery Slavery's song soul sound stand stood storm strong sweet sword tears thee thine thou to-day toil tongue Toussaint L'Ouverture tread trod truth unto voice wall wave Where'er wild wind words wrong
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Página 254 - IT is done ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Ring, O bells!
Página 247 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Página 245 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall,— Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town.
Página 312 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Página 82 - ... of Cape Ann. The cold north light and wintry sun glare on their icy forms, Bent grimly o'er their straining lines or wrestling with the storms; Free as the winds they drive before, rough as the waves they roam, They laugh to scorn the slaver's threat against their rocky home.
Página 342 - THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY. THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high ; To-day, of all the weary year, A king of men am I . To-day, alike are great and small, The nameless and the known ; My palace is the people's hall, The ballot-box my throne...
Página 303 - Up ! — up ! — in nobler toil than ours No craftsmen bear a part: We make of Nature's giant powers The slaves of human Art. Lay rib to rib and beam to beam, And drive the treenails free ; Nor faithless joint nor yawning seam Shall tempt the searching sea...
Página 233 - We know de promise nebber fail, An' nebber lie de word ; So like de 'postles in de jail, We waited for de Lord : An...
Página 82 - Briton's steel array? How, side by side with sons of hers, the Massachusetts men Encountered Tarleton's charge of fire, and stout Cornwallis, then? Forgets she how the Bay State, in answer to the call Of her old House of Burgesses, spoke out from Faneuil Hall? When, echoing back her Henry's cry, came pulsing on each breath Of Northern winds, the thrilling sounds of " Liberty or Death! " What asks the Old Dominion ? If now her sons have proved False to their fathers...