Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 sider |
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... tell ; The tress also should be of crispéd gold . With wit and these , might chance I might be tied , And knit again with knot that should not slide . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . [ 1564-1593 . ] THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . To every ...
... tell ; The tress also should be of crispéd gold . With wit and these , might chance I might be tied , And knit again with knot that should not slide . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . [ 1564-1593 . ] THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . To every ...
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... tell the court it glows , And shines like rotten wood ; Go , tell the church it shows What's good , and doth no good : If church and court reply , Then give them both the lie . Tell potentates they live Acting by others ' actions ; Not ...
... tell the court it glows , And shines like rotten wood ; Go , tell the church it shows What's good , and doth no good : If church and court reply , Then give them both the lie . Tell potentates they live Acting by others ' actions ; Not ...
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... Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply , For thou must give the lie . Tell age it daily wasteth , Tell honor how it alters , Tell beauty how she blasteth , Tell favor how she falters : And as they shall reply , Give every ...
... Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply , For thou must give the lie . Tell age it daily wasteth , Tell honor how it alters , Tell beauty how she blasteth , Tell favor how she falters : And as they shall reply , Give every ...
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... Tell me , if she were not designed The eclipse and glory of her kind ? THE GOOD MAN . How happy is he born and taught , That serveth not another's will ; Whose armor is his honest thought , And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose ...
... Tell me , if she were not designed The eclipse and glory of her kind ? THE GOOD MAN . How happy is he born and taught , That serveth not another's will ; Whose armor is his honest thought , And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose ...
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... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanéd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored , and sorrows end . THAT time of year thou mayst in me be- hold When ...
... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanéd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored , and sorrows end . THAT time of year thou mayst in me be- hold When ...
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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...