Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1876 - 352 psl. From Shakespeare to Milton -- From Dryden to Burns -- From Wordsworth to Longfellow. |
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... breath- ing space , The trembling groves , the crystal run- ning by ; And that which all fair works doth most aggrace , The art , which all that wrought , ap- peared in no place . One would have thought ( so cunningly the rude And ...
... breath- ing space , The trembling groves , the crystal run- ning by ; And that which all fair works doth most aggrace , The art , which all that wrought , ap- peared in no place . One would have thought ( so cunningly the rude And ...
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... breath ; 13 Who envies none that chance doth raise , Or vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumors freed , Whose conscience is his strong ...
... breath ; 13 Who envies none that chance doth raise , Or vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumors freed , Whose conscience is his strong ...
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... whatsoever here be- falls , You in the region of yourself remain : Where no vain breath of the impudent molests That hath secured within the brazen walls stain ) Rises in peace , in innocency rests ; 14 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
... whatsoever here be- falls , You in the region of yourself remain : Where no vain breath of the impudent molests That hath secured within the brazen walls stain ) Rises in peace , in innocency rests ; 14 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
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... breath be rude . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not . A SEA DIRGE . FULL fathom five thy father lies : Of ...
... breath be rude . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not . A SEA DIRGE . FULL fathom five thy father lies : Of ...
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... breath and being ; he is the Creator Both of the water , Earth , air , and fire . subsist Of all things that He hath the list , Of all the heavenly host , or what earth claims , He keeps the scroll , and calls them by And their names ...
... breath and being ; he is the Creator Both of the water , Earth , air , and fire . subsist Of all things that He hath the list , Of all the heavenly host , or what earth claims , He keeps the scroll , and calls them by And their names ...
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angels beauty bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom 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 Hymn Inchcape Rock Jackdaw JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON Kilmeny kissed lady land lassie light live lonely look Lord maun moon morning never night o'er pale praise prayer rest Robin Gray rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree vale voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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94 psl. - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
144 psl. - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
179 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
120 psl. - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
94 psl. - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
34 psl. - On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?
94 psl. - 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.
134 psl. - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
52 psl. - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
134 psl. - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.