Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 стор. |
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... THEE THE BARRING O ' THE DOOR HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK . THE SIRENS ' SONG · FAIR AND UNWORTHY MUSIC GOOD - MORROW . SEARCH AFTER GOD SIC VITA ELEGY I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE DEATH THE LEVELLER CELINDA . EVENING HYMN WISHES Unknown 66 ...
... THEE THE BARRING O ' THE DOOR HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK . THE SIRENS ' SONG · FAIR AND UNWORTHY MUSIC GOOD - MORROW . SEARCH AFTER GOD SIC VITA ELEGY I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE DEATH THE LEVELLER CELINDA . EVENING HYMN WISHES Unknown 66 ...
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... thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With ...
... thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With ...
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... thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . [ 1554-1586 . ] SONNETS . WITH how sad steps , O Moon ! thou climb'st the skies ...
... thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . [ 1554-1586 . ] SONNETS . WITH how sad steps , O Moon ! thou climb'st the skies ...
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... thee , and come to dust . No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have ; And renowned be thy grave . SONNETS . WHEN in disgrace with fortune ...
... thee , and come to dust . No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have ; And renowned be thy grave . SONNETS . WHEN in disgrace with fortune ...
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... thee I both defy , Not wondering at the present nor the past ; For thy records and what we see do lie , Made more or less by thy continual haste : Or This I do vow , and this shall ever be , I will be true , despite thy scythe and thee ...
... thee I both defy , Not wondering at the present nor the past ; For thy records and what we see do lie , Made more or less by thy continual haste : Or This I do vow , and this shall ever be , I will be true , despite thy scythe and thee ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...