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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... cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy buds , With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move , Come live with me , and be my love . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing , For thy ...
... cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy buds , With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move , Come live with me , and be my love . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing , For thy ...
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... cold , Bare ruined choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest ...
... cold , Bare ruined choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest ...
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... cold bed , Never to be disquieted ! My last good night ! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake ; Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves , and fill the room My heart keeps empty in ...
... cold bed , Never to be disquieted ! My last good night ! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake ; Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves , and fill the room My heart keeps empty in ...
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John Greenleaf Whittier. SIR THOMAS BROWNE . Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet , and blossom in their dust . EDWARD HERBERT , ( EARL OF CHERBURY . ) [ 1581-1648 . ] CELINDA . WALKING thus ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. SIR THOMAS BROWNE . Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet , and blossom in their dust . EDWARD HERBERT , ( EARL OF CHERBURY . ) [ 1581-1648 . ] CELINDA . WALKING thus ...
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... , The late - past frosts tributes of pleasure bring . Grief melts away Like snow in May , As if there were no such cold thing . Who would have thought my shriv- elled heart Could have TO BLOSSOMS TO KEEP A TRUE LENT VIRTUE THE FLOWER.
... , The late - past frosts tributes of pleasure bring . Grief melts away Like snow in May , As if there were no such cold thing . Who would have thought my shriv- elled heart Could have TO BLOSSOMS TO KEEP A TRUE LENT VIRTUE THE FLOWER.
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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.
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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.