The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Bind 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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Side 273 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and Man's unconquerable mind V.
Side 223 - Angel of Patience! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling palm; To lay the storms of hope and fear, And reconcile life's smile and tear; The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father's will...
Side 115 - Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Side 100 - Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought Which well might shame extremest hell ? Shall freemen lock the indignant thought ? Shall Pity's bosom cease to swell ? Shall Honor bleed ?— Shall Truth succumb ? Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb...
Side 86 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Side 30 - Stamboul's waters — Who, when the chance of war had bound The Moslem chain his limbs around, Wreathed o'er with silk that iron chain, Soothed with her smiles his hours of pain, And fondly to her youthful slave A dearer gift than freedom gave.
Side 42 - Thanksgiving to the Lord of life! to Him all praises be, Who from the hands of evil men hath set his handmaid free ; All praise to Him before whose power the mighty are afraid, Who takes the crafty in the snare which for the poor is laid...
Side 88 - Shall every flap of England's flag Proclaim that all around are free, From "farthest Ind" to each blue crag That beetles o'er the Western Sea? And shall we scoff at Europe's kings, When Freedom's fire is dim with us, And round our country's altar clings The damning shade of Slavery's curse...
Side 227 - The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and every tide ; The voice of Nature and of God Speaks out upon your side. The weapons which your hands have found Are those which Heaven itself has wrought, Light, Truth, and Love ; your battleground The free, broad field of Thought.
Side 98 - A CHRISTIAN ! going, gone ! Who bids for God's own image ? — for his grace Which that poor victim of the market-place Hath in her suffering won ? My God ! can such things be ? Hast Thou not said that whatsoe'er is done Unto thy weakest and thy humblest one, Is even done to Thee...