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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 6 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 6 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 7. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 4 0 Browse Search
Cambridge sketches (ed. Estelle M. H. Merrill) 4 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: May 19, 1862., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, John Greenleaf Whittier 2 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 2 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 2 0 Browse Search
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The Daily Dispatch: September 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
hy soft tresses all left loose, Fit play-fellows for them wherewith to toy! And faith thy hair seemed made for just such use. III. The glorious sunset, golden hued, fell down Upon thy smiling face and candid brow, Making an aureole — a living crown Of living light which, dearest, liveth now. IV. Had some great painter only chanced to be Beside thee on that summer eve, I know He then had conquered his own Destinee-- Had grown immortal — put his foot on Fate-- V. Had hung a picture on Time's walls so good, So wonderful in grace, in line, in tone, That from that day thenceforward he had stood The Prince of Fairy Painters, all alone. Part II. I. Ah! since that eve five summers have grown brown With autumn's tints of russet blent with red; But thy dear forehead wears a lovelier crown Than that calm sunset flung upon thy head. II. And as magicians, it is fabled, threw Perfume on success, thus to work their spells, So, this small bloom on Fancy's thrown, to view Bringet