Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 - 383 страница |
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... CLOUD FROM THE RECESSES THE BUCKET AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER MARINER'S HYMN THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE O , WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD ? THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS . 66 143 Reginald Heber 143 Bernard Barton 144 • Leigh Hunt 144 · 66 66 144 ...
... CLOUD FROM THE RECESSES THE BUCKET AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER MARINER'S HYMN THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE O , WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD ? THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS . 66 143 Reginald Heber 143 Bernard Barton 144 • Leigh Hunt 144 · 66 66 144 ...
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... Cloud , The 146 There was Silence in Heaven 136 Two Worlds , The WINTER , WILLIAM . Unseen Azrael 313 • Bird , The Waly , waly , but Love be bonny VAUGHAN , HENRY . • They are all gone . WITHER , GEORGE . Companionship of the Muse 34 ...
... Cloud , The 146 There was Silence in Heaven 136 Two Worlds , The WINTER , WILLIAM . Unseen Azrael 313 • Bird , The Waly , waly , but Love be bonny VAUGHAN , HENRY . • They are all gone . WITHER , GEORGE . Companionship of the Muse 34 ...
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... clouds more black than jet . Both roof , and floor , and walls , were all of gold , But overgrown with dust and old de- cay , And hid in darkness , that none could behold The hue thereof : for view of cheerful day Did never in that ...
... clouds more black than jet . Both roof , and floor , and walls , were all of gold , But overgrown with dust and old de- cay , And hid in darkness , that none could behold The hue thereof : for view of cheerful day Did never in that ...
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... clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft ; mount , larks , aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy ...
... clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft ; mount , larks , aloft , To give my love good - morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy ...
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... clouds dividing ; And , waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The new - enlightened world no more should need ; He saw a greater sun ...
... clouds dividing ; And , waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The new - enlightened world no more should need ; He saw a greater sun ...
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angel beauty bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek Christabel clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Edom evermore eyes face fair fear feet flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Inchcape Rock Jackdaw JOHN KEATS Kilmeny kissed lady land lassie light lips live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun morning never night o'er pale praise prayer rest river Lee rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree vale voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings Yarrow
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Страница 18 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Страница 186 - 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.
Страница 200 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Страница 61 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Страница 17 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Страница 102 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 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.
Страница 100 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height. Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Страница 17 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Страница 28 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...