Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 Seiten |
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... SEEK • THERE WAS SILENCE IN HEAVEN TO A BEREAVED MOTHER LAMENT . THE LAST MAN GLENARA HYMN TO THE FLOWERS ADDRESS TO AN EGYPTIAN MUMMY Helen Maria Williams Unknown . John Quincy Adams Walter Savage Landor Thomas Campbell 66 66 135 66 66 ...
... SEEK • THERE WAS SILENCE IN HEAVEN TO A BEREAVED MOTHER LAMENT . THE LAST MAN GLENARA HYMN TO THE FLOWERS ADDRESS TO AN EGYPTIAN MUMMY Helen Maria Williams Unknown . John Quincy Adams Walter Savage Landor Thomas Campbell 66 66 135 66 66 ...
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... seek . WILLIS , NATHANIEL PARKER . " Melanie , " From 273 Bucket , The 147 WOOLSEY , SARAH . • 216 In the Mist • 827 212 216 Cuckoo , To the . 100 214 Daffodils , The . 99 215 Intimations of Immortality 97 Memory , A 100 • • 152 136 Ode ...
... seek . WILLIS , NATHANIEL PARKER . " Melanie , " From 273 Bucket , The 147 WOOLSEY , SARAH . • 216 In the Mist • 827 212 216 Cuckoo , To the . 100 214 Daffodils , The . 99 215 Intimations of Immortality 97 Memory , A 100 • • 152 136 Ode ...
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... seek to change . Thus thoughtful as I lay , I saw my withered skin , How it doth show my dented thews , The flesh was worn so thin ; And eke my toothless chaps , The gates of my right way , That opes and shuts as I do speak , Do thus ...
... seek to change . Thus thoughtful as I lay , I saw my withered skin , How it doth show my dented thews , The flesh was worn so thin ; And eke my toothless chaps , The gates of my right way , That opes and shuts as I do speak , Do thus ...
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... Seek nothing but commending : And if they make reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell zeal it lacks devotion , Tell love it is but lust , Tell time it is but motion , Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply , For thou ...
... Seek nothing but commending : And if they make reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell zeal it lacks devotion , Tell love it is but lust , Tell time it is but motion , Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply , For thou ...
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... course aright ; Ne ought for tempest doth from it depart , Ne ought for fairer weather's false de- light . spite Of grudging foes , ne favor seek of friends LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL (SIR PHILIP SIDNEY) ANGELIC MINISTRY THE TRUE WOMAN.
... course aright ; Ne ought for tempest doth from it depart , Ne ought for fairer weather's false de- light . spite Of grudging foes , ne favor seek of friends LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL (SIR PHILIP SIDNEY) ANGELIC MINISTRY THE TRUE WOMAN.
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angel beauty bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Edom eternal evermore eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Inchcape Rock JAMES THOMSON JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kissed lady land lassie light lips live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun morning ne'er never night o'er pain praise prayer rest rill Robin Gray rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree uncon vale voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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Seite 100 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Seite 45 - No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,' Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Seite 56 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Seite 56 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 40 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Seite 121 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 68 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 174 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Seite 100 - Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound — Better than all treasures That in books are found — Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening...
Seite 157 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around, — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air, — Comes a still voice...