Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 pagini |
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Pagina xiii
... 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 . Daniel Webster . John Howard Payne 153 Felicia Hemans . 153 66 66 154 Maria ...
... 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 . Daniel Webster . John Howard Payne 153 Felicia Hemans . 153 66 66 154 Maria ...
Pagina xxi
... Fall of Niagara , The Terrace at Berne , The 265 Urania 263 BRANCH , MARY BOLLES . AVERILL , ANNA BOYNTON . Birch Stream . AYTON , SIR ROBERT . Fair and Unworthy BAILLIE , JOANNA . The Gowan glitters on the Sward BARBAULD , ANNA L ...
... Fall of Niagara , The Terrace at Berne , The 265 Urania 263 BRANCH , MARY BOLLES . AVERILL , ANNA BOYNTON . Birch Stream . AYTON , SIR ROBERT . Fair and Unworthy BAILLIE , JOANNA . The Gowan glitters on the Sward BARBAULD , ANNA L ...
Pagina 5
... fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs ...
... fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs ...
Pagina 9
... 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 ...
Pagina 10
... fall I deem a losing gain : All states with others ' ruins built To ruins run amain . No change of fortune's calms Can cast my comforts down : When fortune smiles , I smile to think How quickly she will frown ; And when , in froward ...
... fall I deem a losing gain : All states with others ' ruins built To ruins run amain . No change of fortune's calms Can cast my comforts down : When fortune smiles , I smile to think How quickly she will frown ; And when , in froward ...
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angels beauty BEGONE DULL CARE bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie Braes breast breath bright busk calm Christabel clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom eternal eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Hymn Inchcape Rock JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er praise rest rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn shade shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree unto vale voice wandering waves weary weel ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings Yarrow
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Pagina 125 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Pagina 66 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, 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.
Pagina 209 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 125 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Pagina 160 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Pagina 223 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Pagina 37 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Pagina 97 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Pagina 223 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!