Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 Seiten |
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... seemed , and gentleness he loved ; To bliss domestic he his heart resigned , And with the firmest , had the fondest mind . Were others joyful , he looked smiling on , And gave allowance where he needed none ; Good he refused with future ...
... seemed , and gentleness he loved ; To bliss domestic he his heart resigned , And with the firmest , had the fondest mind . Were others joyful , he looked smiling on , And gave allowance where he needed none ; Good he refused with future ...
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... seemed to say , -past friendship to renew , " Ah ha ! old worn - out soldier , is it you ? " While thus I mused , still gazing , gazing still , On beds of moss spread on the window- sill , I deemed no moss my eyes had ever seen Had been ...
... seemed to say , -past friendship to renew , " Ah ha ! old worn - out soldier , is it you ? " While thus I mused , still gazing , gazing still , On beds of moss spread on the window- sill , I deemed no moss my eyes had ever seen Had been ...
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... , yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free , And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises as sweet ; How perfect was the calm ! It seemed no sleep 100 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
... , yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free , And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises as sweet ; How perfect was the calm ! It seemed no sleep 100 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
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... seemed of slight So pure the sky , so quiet was the air ! and scorn ; My true - love sighed for sorrow , And looked me in the face , to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! So like , so very like , was day to day ! Whene'er I looked ...
... seemed of slight So pure the sky , so quiet was the air ! and scorn ; My true - love sighed for sorrow , And looked me in the face , to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! So like , so very like , was day to day ! Whene'er I looked ...
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... seemed no sleep , No mood , which season takes away , or brings : I could have fancied that the mighty Deep Was even the gentlest of all gentle things . Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw ; and add ...
... seemed no sleep , No mood , which season takes away , or brings : I could have fancied that the mighty Deep Was even the gentlest of all gentle things . Ah ! then if mine had been the painter's hand To express what then I saw ; and add ...
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angels beauty BEGONE DULL CARE bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie Braes breast breath bright busk calm Christabel clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom eternal eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Hymn Inchcape Rock JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er praise rest rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn shade shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree unto vale voice wandering waves weary weel ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings Yarrow
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Seite 125 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Seite 66 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, 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 209 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 30 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 125 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Seite 160 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Seite 223 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Seite 37 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Seite 97 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Seite 223 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!