Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 Seiten |
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... heaven on one's To be in heaven sure is a blessed thing , back Cannot but be more labor than delight . Such is the state of men in honor placed : They are gold vessels made for servile uses ; High trees that keep the weather from low ...
... heaven on one's To be in heaven sure is a blessed thing , back Cannot but be more labor than delight . Such is the state of men in honor placed : They are gold vessels made for servile uses ; High trees that keep the weather from low ...
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... heaven with my boot- less cries , And look upon myself , and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possessed , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , With what I ...
... heaven with my boot- less cries , And look upon myself , and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possessed , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , With what I ...
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... heaven the best , Even to thy pure and most most loving breast . LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with the remover to remove ; O no ; it is an ...
... heaven the best , Even to thy pure and most most loving breast . LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments . Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds , Or bends with the remover to remove ; O no ; it is an ...
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... heaven , growing and groan- ing thither ; Nor doth my flower Want a spring - shower , My sins and I joining together . But while I grow in a straight line , Still upwards bent , as if heaven were mine own , Thy anger comes , and I ...
... heaven , growing and groan- ing thither ; Nor doth my flower Want a spring - shower , My sins and I joining together . But while I grow in a straight line , Still upwards bent , as if heaven were mine own , Thy anger comes , and I ...
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... heaven's vault , Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexic bay . " a Thus sang they in the English boat How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new ! Where , from above , the milder sun Does ...
... heaven's vault , Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexic bay . " a Thus sang they in the English boat How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new ! Where , from above , the milder sun Does ...
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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...