Favorite Poems |
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
angels answer beauty bees bell beneath birds blood bloom blossom blow breath brown calm carried Cloth cool corn curse dark dead deep door dreams Edition eyes face fair fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feet fell field fire flag flowers Freedom gate gold golden gone grave gray green grow hand hard hate head hear heard heart heaven hill hope human Illustrations land leave light lips lives looked Lord Marblehead Maud mean morn nebber o'er pain pines Poems poor Portrait prayer ride Ring rock rose round sail seen shame singing slave smiles song sound spring stooped street sweet tears Tell to-day town tread trees voice volumes wait walk wall watch waves WHITTIER wild winds wings women wrong
Popular passages
Page 56 - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 55 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
Page 69 - 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 60 - O bells ! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial hour of crime. Loud and long, that all may hear, Ring for every listening ear Of Eternity and Time ! Let us kneel : God's own voice is in that peal, And this spot is holy ground. Lord, forgive us ! What are we, That our eyes this glory see, That...
Page 56 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame. Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 70 - Said an old wife mourning her only son, "Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!" So with soft relentings and rude excuse, Half scorn, half pity, they cut him loose, And gave him a cloak to hide him in...
Page 71 - 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.
Page 59 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 88 - It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving.
Page 70 - Bacchus round some antique vase, Brief of skirt, with ankles bare, Loose of kerchief and loose of hair, With conch-shells blowing and fish-horns' twang, Over and over the Mxnads sang: " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Favorite Poems |
| Author | John Greenleaf Whittier |
| Publisher | J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 19 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 96 pages |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |