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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 12. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 22 0 Browse Search
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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2 12 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 10 0 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 10 0 Browse Search
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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1 9 1 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 8 0 Browse Search
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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 6 0 Browse Search
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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Occasional Poems (search)
of woman, As Gorton led his saints elect, Who held all things in common! Their gay robes trailed in ditch and swamp, And torn by thorn and thicket, The dancing-girls of Merry Mount Came dragging to my wicket. Shrill Anabaptists, shorn of ears; Gray witch-wives, hobbling slowly; And Antinomians, free of law, Whose very sins were holy. Hoarse ranters, crazed Fifth Monarchists, Of stripes and bondage braggarts, Pale Churchmen, with singed rubrics snatched From Puritanic fagots. And last, not ngs when our lives were new, For all the good vouchsafed us since. The pain that spared us sorer hurt, The wish denied, the purpose crossed, And pleasure's fond occasions lost, Were mercies to our small desert. Tis something that we wander back, Gray pilgrims, to our ancient ways, And tender memories of old days Walk with us by the Merrimac; That even in life's afternoon A sense of youth comes back again, As through this cool September rain The still green woodlands dream of June. The eyes g
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Appendix (search)
shriek--one vengeful yell, Sent like an arrow to the sky, Told when the hunter-monarch fell! 1829. Mount Agiochook. The Indians supposed the White Mountains were the residence of powerful spirits, and in consequence rarely ascended them. Gray searcher of the upper air, There's sunshine on thy ancient walls, A crown upon thy forehead bare, A flash upon thy waterfalls. A rainbow glory in the cloud Upon thine awful summit bowed, The radiant ghost of a dead storm! And music from the leafy all, Light laughing, like the streams that fall In music down thy rocky wall, And only when their careless tread Lays bare an Indian arrow-head, Spent and forgetful of the deer, Think of the race that perished here. Oh, sacred to the Indian seer, Gray altar of the men of old! Not vainly to the listening ear The legends of thy past are told,— Tales of the downward sweeping flood, When bowed like reeds thy ancient wood; Of armed hands, and spectral forms; Of giants in their leafy shroud, And voic
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of first lines (search)
ilent 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. Great peace in Europe! Order reigns, III.) 37. Hail, heavenly gift! within the human breast, IV. 336. Hail to Posterity, i. 321. Hands off! thou tithe-fat plunderer! play, IV. 59. Happy young friends, sit by me, i. 416. Haunted of Beauty, like the marvellous youth, IV. 154. Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee, II. 299. Have ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen, III. 33. Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard