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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Poems (search)
The mournful Tuscan's haunted rhyme, And Milton's starry splendor! But who his human heart has laid To Nature's bosom nearer? Who sweetened toil like him, or paid To love a tribute dearer? Through all his tuneful art, how strong The human feeling gushes! The very moonlight of his song Is warm with smiles and blushes! Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So ‘Bonnie Doon’ but tarry; Blot out the Epic's stately rhyme, But spare his Highland Mary! 1854. To Georce B. Cheever. So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame, Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame The traffickers in men, and put to shame, All earth and heaven before, The sacerdotal robbers of the poor. All the dread Scripture lives for thee again, To smite like lightning on the hands profane Lifted to bless the slave-whip and the chain. Once more the old Hebrew tongue Bends with the shafts of God a bow new-strung! Take up the mantle which the prophets wore; Warn with their warnings, show the Christ once more Bound, sc
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of first lines (search)
the misty Norland, IV. 52. She came and stood in the Old South Church, i. 371. She sang alone, ere womanhood had known, IV. 309. She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, III. 30. She was a fair young girl, yet on her brow, IV. 349. Should you go to Centre Harbor, IV. 402. Silence o'er sea and earth, IV. 338. Smoothing soft the nestling head, II. 337. So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn, IV. 62. Some die too late and some too soon, IV. 63. So spake Esaias; so, in words of flame, IV. 97. So stood of old the holy Christ, II. 308. 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. 2