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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Appendix (search)
ame! Make way for the man with the Patriarch's name! Away with misgiving—away with all doubt, For Lincoln goes in, when the Quakers are out! A Legend of the Lake. [This poem, originally printed in the Atlantic Monthly was withheld from publication in his volumes by Mr. Whittier, in deference to living relatives of the hero of the poem. Death finally removed the restriction.] Should you go to Centre Harbor, As haply you sometime may, Sailing up the Winnepesaukee From the hills of Alton Bay,— Into the heart of the highlands, Into the north wind free, Through the rising and vanishing islands, Over the mountain sea,— To the little hamlet lying White in its mountain fold, Asleep by the lake and dreaming A dream that is never told,— And in the Red Hill's shadow Your pilgrim home you make, Where the chambers open to sunrise, The mountains, and the lake,— If the pleasant picture wearies, As the fairest sometimes will, And the weight of the hills lies on you And the water is
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Index of first lines (search)
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.