Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 páginas |
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... SEEK THERE WAS SILENCE IN HEAVEN To A BEREAVED MOTHER LAMENT . THE LAST MAN GLENARA • LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER HYMN TO THE FLOWERS ADDRESS TO AN EGYPTIAN MUMMY A GHOST AT NOON John Quincy Adams Walter Savage Landor Thomas Campbell " 6 66 ...
... SEEK THERE WAS SILENCE IN HEAVEN To A BEREAVED MOTHER LAMENT . THE LAST MAN GLENARA • LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER HYMN TO THE FLOWERS ADDRESS TO AN EGYPTIAN MUMMY A GHOST AT NOON John Quincy Adams Walter Savage Landor Thomas Campbell " 6 66 ...
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... seek . WILLIS , NATHANIEL PARKER . " Melanie , " From Unseen Spirits WILSON , JOHN . Memory , A 100 Ode to Duty 102 152 • Peele Castle in a Storm , On a Picture of 101 River Duddon , To the 103 136 • She was a Phantom of Delight 100 ...
... seek . WILLIS , NATHANIEL PARKER . " Melanie , " From Unseen Spirits WILSON , JOHN . Memory , A 100 Ode to Duty 102 152 • Peele Castle in a Storm , On a Picture of 101 River Duddon , To the 103 136 • She was a Phantom of Delight 100 ...
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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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... seek of friends ; But in the stay of her own steadfast might , Neither to one herself or other bends . Most happy she that most assured doth rest , But he most happy who such one loves best . FROM THE EPITHALAMIUM . OPEN the temple ...
... seek of friends ; But in the stay of her own steadfast might , Neither to one herself or other bends . Most happy she that most assured doth rest , But he most happy who such one loves best . FROM THE EPITHALAMIUM . OPEN the temple ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!