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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... FACE that should content me wondrous well , Should not be fair , but lovely to behold With gladsome cheer , all grief for to ex- pel ; With sober looks so would I that it should Speak without words , such words as none can tell ; The ...
... FACE that should content me wondrous well , Should not be fair , but lovely to behold With gladsome cheer , all grief for to ex- pel ; With sober looks so would I that it should Speak without words , such words as none can tell ; The ...
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... face ! What may it be , that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure , if that long with love acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languished grace ...
... face ! What may it be , that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure , if that long with love acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languished grace ...
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... face ; The lineaments of gospel books : I trow that countenance cannot lie Whose thoughts are legible in the eye . Above all others this is he Who erst approvéd in his song , That love and honor might agree , And that pure love will do ...
... face ; The lineaments of gospel books : I trow that countenance cannot lie Whose thoughts are legible in the eye . Above all others this is he Who erst approvéd in his song , That love and honor might agree , And that pure love will do ...
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... face , that seems more fair The more they on it stare ; But her sad eyes , still fastened on the ground , Are governed with goodly modesty , That suffers not one look to glance awry , Which may let in a little thought un- sound . Why ...
... face , that seems more fair The more they on it stare ; But her sad eyes , still fastened on the ground , Are governed with goodly modesty , That suffers not one look to glance awry , Which may let in a little thought un- sound . Why ...
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... face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but not my heart . HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS FAIR ! How near to ...
... face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but not my heart . HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS FAIR ! How near to ...
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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.