Songs of Three Centuries. Ed. by John Greenleaf Whittier. Household Ed. ...Scholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1883 - 384 sider |
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Side 69
... dream that thou art she . My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me ...
... dream that thou art she . My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me ...
Side 91
... dream of pain , With joy its mortal feelings to re- sign ; Yet all its living essence to retain , The undying energy of strength divine ! To quit the burdens of its earthly days , To give to nature all her borrowed powers , Ethereal ...
... dream of pain , With joy its mortal feelings to re- sign ; Yet all its living essence to retain , The undying energy of strength divine ! To quit the burdens of its earthly days , To give to nature all her borrowed powers , Ethereal ...
Side 97
... dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep , No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains ...
... dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ; - Turn wheresoe'er I may , By night or day , The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep , No more shall grief of mine the season wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains ...
Side 98
... dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forget- ting : The soul that rises with us , our life's star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar ; Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds ...
... dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forget- ting : The soul that rises with us , our life's star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar ; Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds ...
Side 102
... dream , I would have planted thee , thou hoary pile , Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile ; On tranquil land , beneath a sky of bliss . A picture had it been of lasting ease , Elysian quiet ...
... dream , I would have planted thee , thou hoary pile , Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile ; On tranquil land , beneath a sky of bliss . A picture had it been of lasting ease , Elysian quiet ...
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angel beauty bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek cloud Confucius dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Edom ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN eternal evermore eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL hill holy hope hour HYMN Inchcape Rock Kilmeny kissed lady land lassie light lips live lonely look Lord maun morning never night o'er praise prayer rest river Robin Gray rose round sail Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree vale voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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Side 62 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 30 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 199 - And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 99 - 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.
Side 187 - 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.
Side 66 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 103 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Side 47 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might In Thy sole glory may unite.
Side 47 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care : His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 17 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned 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.