Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 páginas |
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... PEACE KEITH OF RAVELSTON EVENTIDE THE ICONOCLAST " 9 " IT IS MORE BLESSED Frederic William Faber . 239 66 66 66 David A. Wasson 66 66 66 Richard Chenevix Trench Arthur Hugh Clough Samuel Longfellow . Unknown . W. Alexander Harriet ...
... PEACE KEITH OF RAVELSTON EVENTIDE THE ICONOCLAST " 9 " IT IS MORE BLESSED Frederic William Faber . 239 66 66 66 David A. Wasson 66 66 66 Richard Chenevix Trench Arthur Hugh Clough Samuel Longfellow . Unknown . W. Alexander Harriet ...
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... Peace CHADWICK , JOHN W. • Song of Trust , A CHANNING , WILLIAM E. Sleepy Hollow . CHATTERTON , THOMAS . Minstrel's Song in Ella , The CLARKE ; JAMES FREEMAN . Cana • Written after Recovery from a Dangerous Illness . .257 DOBELL ...
... Peace CHADWICK , JOHN W. • Song of Trust , A CHANNING , WILLIAM E. Sleepy Hollow . CHATTERTON , THOMAS . Minstrel's Song in Ella , The CLARKE ; JAMES FREEMAN . Cana • Written after Recovery from a Dangerous Illness . .257 DOBELL ...
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... peace . Our wealth leaves us at death , Our kinsmen at the grave : But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have ; Wherefore , for virtue's sake , I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life To deem in thinking ...
... peace . Our wealth leaves us at death , Our kinsmen at the grave : But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have ; Wherefore , for virtue's sake , I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life To deem in thinking ...
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... peaceful pilgrims I shall see , That have cast off their rags of clay , And walk apparelled fresh , like me . THE SOUL'S ERRAND . Go , soul , the body's guest , Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be ...
... peaceful pilgrims I shall see , That have cast off their rags of clay , And walk apparelled fresh , like me . THE SOUL'S ERRAND . Go , soul , the body's guest , Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be ...
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... peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , The indifferent judge between the high and low . With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts , Despair ...
... peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , The indifferent judge between the high and low . With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts , Despair ...
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angel beauty bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Edom eternal 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 Inchcape Rock JAMES THOMSON JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kissed lady land lassie light lips live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun morning ne'er never night o'er pain praise prayer rest rill Robin Gray rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree uncon vale voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...