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Abolitionists Amesbury Barbara Barbara Frietchie barefoot boy beneath bird blessings bloom BLOSSOM blow Bonnie Doon boyhood's brook Burns corrt dark dead dream England eyes faith Faneuil Hall father feathered and carried feet fire flag flowers Fugitive Slave Law fur his horrd futherr'd Garrison George Latimer golden grave gray hand hard heart hath Haverhill hear heard Here's Flud Oirson hill horrd horrt human JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER knew lips living look Massachusetts Maud Muller meadow Moloch Morble'ead morning never o'er Old Floyd Ireson pleasant poems poet poet's poetry Quaker Ramoth rhyme Robert Burns round sail sang scarcely scorn seemed shade shadow shame shone singing SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE slave Snow-Bound song sound sunset sweet Tarred and feathered TELLING THE BEES thee Thou toil Torr'd tread trees verse voice wall Wendell Phillips Where'er Whig wind women of Marblehead wood written wrote
Page 39 - For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Page 78 - It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Page 98 - IT is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town!
Page 95 - Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 71 - Morble'ead!" Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue. Riding there in his sorry trim, Like an Indian idol...
Page 69 - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead...
Page 91 - But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone : from those great eyes The soul has fled : When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead!
Page 108 - ... Eternal Thought ? Who talks of scheme and plan ? The Lord is God ! He needeth not The poor device of man. I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground Ye tread with boldness shod ; I dare not fix with mete and bound The love and power of God.