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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Occasional Poems (search)
s warmer grown as your heads grow more cool, Play over the old game of going to school. All your strifes and vexations, your whims and complaints, (You were not saints yourselves, if the children of saints!) All your petty self-seekings and rivalries done, Round the dear Alma Mater your hearts beat as one! How widely soe'er you have strayed from the fold, Though your ‘thee’ has grown ‘you,’ and your drab blue and gold, To the old friendly speech and the garb's sober form, Like the heart of Argyle to the tartan, you warm. But, the first greetings over, you glance round the hall; Your hearts call the roll, but they answer not all: Through the turf green above them the dead cannot hear; Name by name, in the silence, falls sad as a tear! In love, let us trust, they were summoned so soon From the morning of life, while we toil through its noon; They were frail like ourselves, they had needs like our own, And they rest as we rest in God's mercy alone. Unchanged by our changes of spiri
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Poems by Elizabeth H. Whittier (search)
the praise or mention of performances which seemed so far below her ideal of excellence. To those who best knew her, the beloved circle of her intimate friends, I dedicate this slight memorial. J. G. W. Amesbury, 9th mo., 1874. The dream of Argyle. earthly arms no more uphold him On his prison's stony floor; Waiting death in his last slumber, Lies the doomed MacCallum More. And he dreams a dream of boyhood; Rise again his heathery hills, Sound again the hound's long baying, Cry of moor-fdy firelight fall. Once again, with pulses beating, Hears the wandering minstrel tell How Montrose on Inverary Thief-like from his mountains fell. Down the glen, beyond the castle, Where the linn's swift waters shine, Round the youthful heir of Argyle Shy feet glide and white arms twine. Fairest of the rustic dancers, Blue-eyed Effie smiles once more, Bends to him her snooded tresses, Treads with him the grassy floor. Now he hears the pipes lamenting, Harpers for his mother mourn, Slow, wit
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of Titles (search)
2. Cypress-Tree of Ceylon, The, i. 50. Day, A, II. 93. Day's Journey, A, IV. 411. Dead Feast of the Kol-Folk, The, i.375. Dead Ship of Harpswell, The, IV. 271. Deity, The, IV. 334. Democracy, III. 272. Demon of the Study, The, i. 25. Derne, III. 155. Disarmament, III. 365. Disenthralled, The, III. 340. Divine Compassion, II. 287. Dr. Kane in Cuba, IV. 326. Dole of Jarl Thorkell, The, i. 277. Double-Headed Snake of Newbury, The, i. 192. Dream of Argyle, The, IV. 319. Dream of Pio Nono, The, III. 343. Dream of Summer, A, II. 17. Drovers, The, III. 304. Drunkard to his Bottle, The, IV. 348. Earthquake, The, IV. 341. Easter Flower Gift, An, II. 331. Ego, II. 101. Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott, III. 219. Elliott, IV. 59. Emancipation Group, The, III. 266. Eternal Goodness, The, II. 267. Eva, IV. 157. Evening in Burmah, IV. 389. Eve of Election, The, III. 353. Exile's Departure, The, IV. 333. Exi