Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 páginas |
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... thought of superseding or even of entering into direct competition with these large and valuable collections , it has been my design to gather up in a comparatively small volume , easily accessible to all classes of readers , the wisest ...
... thought of superseding or even of entering into direct competition with these large and valuable collections , it has been my design to gather up in a comparatively small volume , easily accessible to all classes of readers , the wisest ...
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... thought for his own and the succeeding generation ; but as Dryden stands in point of time nearer to the colossal name which closes the first period of English song , he has been chosen as a representative of the second , in connection ...
... thought for his own and the succeeding generation ; but as Dryden stands in point of time nearer to the colossal name which closes the first period of English song , he has been chosen as a representative of the second , in connection ...
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... THOUGHT . WHEN all is done and said , In the end this shall you find : He most of all doth bathe in bliss That hath ... thought did show So lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , As cause of thoughts did rise . I ...
... THOUGHT . WHEN all is done and said , In the end this shall you find : He most of all doth bathe in bliss That hath ... thought did show So lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , As cause of thoughts did rise . I ...
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... thought un- sound . Why blush ye , Love ! to give to me your hand , Sing , ye sweet angels ! Alleluia sing , That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring . UNA AND THE LION . ONE day , nigh weary of the irksome way , From her ...
... thought un- sound . Why blush ye , Love ! to give to me your hand , Sing , ye sweet angels ! Alleluia sing , That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring . UNA AND THE LION . ONE day , nigh weary of the irksome way , From her ...
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... thought , She cannot in this world contented be . For who did ever yet , in honor , wealth , Or pleasure of the sense , contentment find ? Who ever ceased to wish when he had wealth ? Or having wisdom was not vexed in mind ? SIR HENRY ...
... thought , She cannot in this world contented be . For who did ever yet , in honor , wealth , Or pleasure of the sense , contentment find ? Who ever ceased to wish when he had wealth ? Or having wisdom was not vexed in mind ? SIR HENRY ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...