Snow-bound: A Winter IdylHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 - 86 pages |
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AGRIPPA barn with merry beneath bondage fly burdened slave Chalkley's Chief of Gambia's child of Abraham circle Cocheco crazy Queen dark deign to live dream drift eastern wood Shone eyes feet fields and brooks fishing flowers she loved Gambia's golden shore glow gray half-welcome guest haply heard heart hearth hills hillside flowers innocent of books Jerusalem JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Lady Hester Stanhope light live a burdened Livermore look lore of fields love's content loved to seek low green mute Nature's night north-wind o'er Occult prisoned brutes put a hook Quaker Queen of Lebanon reason cry red scourge rich in lore right which Nature Riverside Press roar round roused the prisoned sank From sight scourge of bondage scythe seemed snow Snow-Bound STANFORD UNIVERSITY LIBRARIES sweet teamsters thee thou thought toil told uncle unfeared violet-sprinkled sod violin VVood warm wind winter wise old Doctor witchcraft world unknown
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Page 1 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the winged snow: And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Page xi - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out...
Page 3 - All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!
Page 12 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death And Love can never lose its own...
Page 7 - The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone.
Page 11 - O Time and Change ! — with hair as gray As was my sire's that winter day, How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on...
Page 23 - The birds are glad ; the brier-rose fills The air with sweetness ; all the hills Stretch green to June's unclouded sky ; But still I wait with ear and eye For something gone which should be nigh, A loss in all familiar things, In flower that blooms, and bird that sings.
Page 21 - There, too, our elder sister plied Her evening task the stand beside; A full, rich nature, free to trust, Truthful and almost sternly just, Impulsive, earnest, prompt to act, And make her generous thought a fact, Keeping with many a light disguise The secret of self-sacrifice.
Page 25 - Sang songs, and told us what befalls In classic Dartmouth's college halls. " Born the wild Northern hills among, From whence his yeoman father wrung By patient toil subsistence scant, Not competence and yet not want, He early gained the power to pay His cheerful, self-reliant way; Could doff at ease his scholar's gown To peddle wares from town to town...
Page 7 - We piled, with care, our nightly stack Of wood against the chimney-back, — The oaken log, green, huge, and thick, And on its top the stout back-stick ; The knotty forestick laid apart, And filled between with curious art The ragged brush ; then, hovering near, We watched the first red blaze appear, Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam On whitewashed wall and sagging beam, Until the old, rude-furnished room Burst, flower-like, into rosy bloom...