Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 - 383 страница |
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... FALL OF NIAGARA EPITHALAMIUM THE MEMORY OF THE HEART THE AMERICAN FLAG PASSING AWAY TO CONGRESS JEANIE MORRISON THE SONG OF THE SHIRT MORNING MEDITATIONS . SONG . RUTH . HYMN OF NATURE I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY THE IRISH EMIGRANT THE BELLE ...
... FALL OF NIAGARA EPITHALAMIUM THE MEMORY OF THE HEART THE AMERICAN FLAG PASSING AWAY TO CONGRESS JEANIE MORRISON THE SONG OF THE SHIRT MORNING MEDITATIONS . SONG . RUTH . HYMN OF NATURE I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY THE IRISH EMIGRANT THE BELLE ...
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... Fall of Niagara , The 155 AYTON , SIR ROBERT . BRAINERD , MARY G. Fair and Unworthy BAILLIE , JOANNA . The Gowan glitters on the Sward BARBAULD , ANNA L. Death of the Virtuous , The Life 888 26 God knoweth · 307 BRANCH , MARY BOLLES 86 ...
... Fall of Niagara , The 155 AYTON , SIR ROBERT . BRAINERD , MARY G. Fair and Unworthy BAILLIE , JOANNA . The Gowan glitters on the Sward BARBAULD , ANNA L. Death of the Virtuous , The Life 888 26 God knoweth · 307 BRANCH , MARY BOLLES 86 ...
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... , groves , and hills and fields , Wood or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing 4 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
... , groves , and hills and fields , Wood or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing 4 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
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... falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of ... fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither ...
... falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of ... fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither ...
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... fall : The water's fall with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the wind did call : The gentle warbling wind low answered to all . ROBERT SOUTHWELL . [ 1560-1595 . ] CONTENT AND RICH THE HOUSE OF RICHES THE BOWER OF BLISS.
... fall : The water's fall with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the wind did call : The gentle warbling wind low answered to all . ROBERT SOUTHWELL . [ 1560-1595 . ] CONTENT AND RICH THE HOUSE OF RICHES THE BOWER OF BLISS.
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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; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Страница 17 - That time of year thou mayst 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 see'st 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 18 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 202 - 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 99 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but...
Страница 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.
Страница 18 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 153 - 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.
Страница 61 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 187 - rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart : He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.