Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 pàgines |
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Pàgina 8
... eyes , still fastened on the ground , Are governed with goodly modesty , That suffers not one look to glance awry ... eye of heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in a shady place ; Did never mortal eye behold such heav ...
... eyes , still fastened on the ground , Are governed with goodly modesty , That suffers not one look to glance awry ... eye of heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in a shady place ; Did never mortal eye behold such heav ...
Pàgina 16
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , - Ding , dong , bell . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK ! HARK ! hark ! the lark ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , - Ding , dong , bell . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK ! HARK ! hark ! the lark ...
Pàgina 17
... eyes , and I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my boot- less cries , And look upon ... eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's date- less night , And weep afresh love's long - since ...
... eyes , and I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my boot- less cries , And look upon ... eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's date- less night , And weep afresh love's long - since ...
Pàgina 25
... eyes . The compass , love shall hourly sing , And , as he goes about the ring , We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss . THOMAS CAREW . [ 1589-1639 . ] HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK . HE that loves a rosy cheek , Or a ...
... eyes . The compass , love shall hourly sing , And , as he goes about the ring , We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss . THOMAS CAREW . [ 1589-1639 . ] HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK . HE that loves a rosy cheek , Or a ...
Pàgina 25
... eyes . The compass , love shall hourly sing , And , as he goes about the ring , We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss . THOMAS CAREW . [ 1589-1639 . ] HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK . HE that loves a rosy cheek , Or a ...
... eyes . The compass , love shall hourly sing , And , as he goes about the ring , We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss . THOMAS CAREW . [ 1589-1639 . ] HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK . HE that loves a rosy cheek , Or a ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...