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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Poems (search)
n, And from her pictured Pantheon His grand, majestic face look down. O State so passing rich before, Who now shall doubt thy highest claim? The world that counts thy jewels o'er Shall longest pause at Sumner's name! 1874. Thiers. I. Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act A history stranger than his written fact, Him, who portrayed the splendor and the gloom Of that great hour when throne and altar fell With long death-groan which still is audible. He, when around the walls of Paris rung The Prussian bugle like the blast of doom, And every ill which follows unblest war Maddened all France from Finistere to Var, The weight of fourscore from his shoulders flung, And guided Freedom in the path he saw Lead out of chaos into light and law, Peace, not imperial, but republican, And order pledged to all the Rights of Man. Ii. Death called him from a need as imminent As that from which the Silent William went When powers of evil, like the smiting seas On Holland's dikes, as
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of first lines (search)
So, this is all,—the utmost reach, III. 50. Sound now the trumpet warningly, IV. 400. Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands, II. 304. Spare me, dread angel oi reproof, II. 265. Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, i. 112. Spirit of the frozen North, IV. 340. Stand still, my soul, in the silent dark, II. 220. Statesman, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent, III. 215. Still, as of old, in Beaveor's Vale, II. 342. Still in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stain, III. 318. Still linger in our noon of time, II. 306. Still sits the school-house by the road, II. 162. Stranger and traveller, II. 323. Stream of my fathers! sweetly still, II. 10. Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the root, IV. 41. Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines, IV. 314 Sunlight upon Judaea's hills, II. 195. Sweetest of all childlike dreams, II. 59. Take our hands, James Russell Lowell, IV. 152. Talk not of sad November,