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Hampton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
. 62. Fair islands of the sunny sea! midst all rejoicing things, IV. 321. Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom, IV. 67. Far away in the twilight time, i. 192. Far from his close and noisome cell, III. 282. Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act, IV. 135. Father! to thy suffering poor, II. 205. Fold thy hands, thy work is over, IV. 327. Fond scenes, which delighted my youthful existence, IV. 333. For ages on our river borders, II. 46. For the fairest maid in Hampton, IV. 255. For weeks the clouds had raked the hills, i. 265. Friend of mine! whose lot was cast, II. 114. Friend of my many years, II. 186. Friend of my soul! as with moist eye, IV. 30. Friend of the Slave, and yet the friend of all, III. 124. From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome, II. 91. From gold to gray, III. 353. From pain and peril, by land and main, IV. 290. From purest wells of English undefiled, IV. 302. From the green Amesbury hill which bears the name, i
Cocheco River (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
The sunlight glitters keen and bright, II. 14. The suns of eighteen centuries have shone, III. 275. The sun that brief December day, II. 135. The sweet spring day is glad with music, IV. 120. The sword was sheathed: in April's sun, IV. 286. The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, III. 356. The tent-lights glimmer on the land, III. 230. The threads our hands in blindness spin, II. 311. The time of gifts has come again, II. 64. The tossing spray of Cocheco's fall, i. 400. The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed, II. 339. The wave is breaking on the shore, III. 63. The winding way the serpent takes, i. 285. The years are but half a score, III. 371. The years are many since his hand, IV. 88. The years are many since, in youth and hope, i. 289. The years that since we met have flown, IV. 407. They hear They thee not, O God! nor see, II. 209. They left their home of summer ease, II. 76. They sat in silent w
Aberdeen (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
nts!—combining, IV. 72. Under the great hill sloping bare, i. 381. Under the shadow of a cloud, the light, IV. 406. Unfathomed deep, unfetter'd waste, IV. 337. Unnoted as the setting of a star, IV. 154. Up and down the village streets, i. 210. Up from the meadows rich with corn, III. 245. Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, IV. 311. Up, laggards of Freedom!—our free flag is cast, III. 189. Up the hillside, down the glen, III. 94. Up the streets of Aberdeen, i. 107. Voice of a people suffering long, III. 268. Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known, II. 326. Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star shines, II. 312. Wave of an awful torrent, thronging down, IV. 384. Weary of jangling noises never stilled, II. 336. We cross the prairie as of old, III. 176. We give thy natal day to hope, III. 367. We had been wandering for many days, i. 80. We have opened the door, i. 376. Welcome home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtf
Sea Island (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
rth's wrong and evil, II. 213. Maiden! with the fair brown tresses, IV. 16. Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac, IV. 298. Maud Muller on a summer's day, i. 148. Men! if manhood still ye claim, III. 98. Men of the North-Land! where's the manly spirit, III. 40. Men said at vespers: All is well, IV. 195. 'Midst the men and things which will, II. 182. 'Midst the palace bowers of Hungary, imperial Presburg's pride, IV. 352. Muttering fine upland staple, prime Sea Island finer, IV. 399. My ear is full of summer sounds, II. 213. My garden roses long ago, IV. 219. My heart was heavy, for its trust had been, II. 109. My lady walks her morning round, i. 373. My old Welsh neighbor over the way, i. 314. My thoughts are all in yonder town, II. 301. Nauhaught, the Indian deacon, who of old, i. 304. 'Neath skies that winter never knew, IV. 204. Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day, i. 322. Night on the city of the Moor, III. 155.
Crane River (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
115. After your pleasant morning travel, IV. 411. Against the sunset's glowing wall, II. 217. Against the wooded hills it stands, i. 413. A gold fringe on the purpling hem, II. 73. All day the darkness and the cold, II. 21. All grim and soiled and brown with tan, III. 314. All hail! the bells of Christmas rang, II. 331. All night above their rocky bed, III. 187. All ready? cried the captain, III. 20. All things are Thine: no gift have we, IV. 200. Along Crane River's sunny slopes, i. 360. Along the aisle where prayer was made, II. 289. Along the roadside, like the flowers of gold, i. 260. Amidst these glorious works of Thine, IV. 186. Amidst Thuringia's wooded hills she dwelt, i. 409. Amidst thy sacred effigies, III. 266. Among their graven shapes to whom, IV. 136. Among the legends sung or said, i. 398. Among the thousands who with hail and cheer, IV. 315. A moony breadth of virgin face, III. 15s3. And have they spurne
Alton Bay (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
ather! to thy suffering poor, II. 205. Fold thy hands, thy work is over, IV. 327. Fond scenes, which delighted my youthful existence, IV. 333. For ages on our river borders, II. 46. For the fairest maid in Hampton, IV. 255. For weeks the clouds had raked the hills, i. 265. Friend of mine! whose lot was cast, II. 114. Friend of my many years, II. 186. Friend of my soul! as with moist eye, IV. 30. Friend of the Slave, and yet the friend of all, III. 124. From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome, II. 91. From gold to gray, III. 353. From pain and peril, by land and main, IV. 290. From purest wells of English undefiled, IV. 302. From the green Amesbury hill which bears the name, i. 391. From the heart of Waumbek Methna, from the lake that never fall, i. 154. From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span, i. 166. From these wild rocks I look to-day, IV. 180. From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine, IV.
Trinity (Texas, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
ayard, IV. 80. Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, II. 107. Oh, none in all the world before, III. 238. O Holy Father! just and true, III. 54. Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come, III. 231. Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing, IV. 110. Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn, IV. 138. O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare, i. 17. Old friend, kind friend! lightly down, IV. 73. Olor Iscanus queries: Why should we, III. 216. O lonely bay of Trinity, IV. 269. O Mother Earth! upon thy lap, III. 131. O Mother State! the winds of March, IV. 127. Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath, III. 241. Once more, O all-adjusting Death, IV. 155. Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil, II. 55. Once more on yonder laurelled height, IV. 175. One day, along the electric wire, IV. 84. One hymn more, O my lyre, II. 200. One morning of the first sad Fall. IV. 158. One Sabbath day my friend and I, i. 290. O Nora
France (France) (search for this): chapter 7
e again, IV. 348. Ho! thou who seekest late and long, III. 91. How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze, IV. 35. How has New England's romance fled, i. 23. Ho! workers of the old time styled, III. 291. How smiled the land of France, IV. 23. How strange to greet, this frosty morn, II. 33. How sweetly come the holy psalms, IV. 100. How sweetly on the wood-girt town, i. 34. Hurrah! the seaward breezes, III. 294. Hushed now the sweet consoling tongue, IV. 409. 322. Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm, II. 52. I spread a scanty board too late, II. 178. Is this the land our fathers loved, III. 35. Is this thy voice whose treble notes of fear, III. 104. It chanced that while the pious troops of France, III. 343. It is done, III. 254. Its windows flashing to the sky, i. 217. It was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain, III. 308. I wait and watch; before my eyes, II. 132. I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made, II
New Hampshire (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
m the heart of Waumbek Methna, from the lake that never fall, i. 154. From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span, i. 166. From these wild rocks I look to-day, IV. 180. From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine, IV. 166. From Yorktown's ruins, ranked and still, III. 128. Gallery of sacred pictures manifold, II. 327. Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day, II. 191. Gift from the cold and silent past, i. 37. God bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaks, III. 101. God bless ye, brothers! in the fight, III. 280. God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above, II. 309. God's love and peace be with thee, where, IV. 70. Gone before us, O our brother, IV. 14. Gone, gone,—sold and gone, III. 56. Gone hath the spring, with all its flowers, II. 20. Gone to thy Heavenly Father's rest, III. 43. Graceful in name and in thyself, our river, IV. 308. Gray searcher of the upper air, IV. 347.
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 7
as been long, IV. 324. Here, while the loom of Winter weaves, II. 122. Her fingers shame the ivory keys, i. 250. Her window opens to the bay, IV. 249. He stood on the brow of the well-known hill, IV. 353. His laurels fresh from song and lay, IV. 142. Ho—all to the borders! Vermonters, come down, IV. 394. Hoot!—daur ye shaw ye're face again, IV. 348. Ho! thou who seekest late and long, III. 91. How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze, IV. 35. How has New England's romance fled, i. 23. Ho! workers of the old time styled, III. 291. How smiled the land of France, IV. 23. How strange to greet, this frosty morn, II. 33. How sweetly come the holy psalms, IV. 100. How sweetly on the wood-girt town, i. 34. Hurrah! the seaward breezes, III. 294. Hushed now the sweet consoling tongue, IV. 409. I ask not now for gold to gild, II. 233. I call the old time back: I bring my lay, i. 196. I did but dream. I never knew, II. 286.
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