Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 oldal |
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11. oldal
... deep appear : The bells and circles on the waves , From leaping of the trout ; The salmon from their creels and caves Come gliding in and out . O sure it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and ...
... deep appear : The bells and circles on the waves , From leaping of the trout ; The salmon from their creels and caves Come gliding in and out . O sure it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and ...
32. oldal
... had Their lesson taught them when first made . So hills and valleys into singing break ; And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue , 33 and speak , Yet stones are deep in admiration 32 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES . 66 Henry ...
... had Their lesson taught them when first made . So hills and valleys into singing break ; And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue , 33 and speak , Yet stones are deep in admiration 32 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES . 66 Henry ...
33. oldal
... deep in admiration . Thus praise and prayer here beneath the sun Make lesser mornings , when the great are done . For each inclosed spirit is a star Inlightning his own little sphere , Whose light , though fetcht and borrowed from far ...
... deep in admiration . Thus praise and prayer here beneath the sun Make lesser mornings , when the great are done . For each inclosed spirit is a star Inlightning his own little sphere , Whose light , though fetcht and borrowed from far ...
35. oldal
... deep upon their backs , Unto an isle so long unknown , And yet far kinder than our own ? He lands us on a grassy stage , Safe from the storins and prelates ' rage . He gave us this eternal spring Which here enamels everything , And ...
... deep upon their backs , Unto an isle so long unknown , And yet far kinder than our own ? He lands us on a grassy stage , Safe from the storins and prelates ' rage . He gave us this eternal spring Which here enamels everything , And ...
37. oldal
... deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres , Once bless our human ears , If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of ...
... deep , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres , Once bless our human ears , If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of ...
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
125. oldal - 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.
66. oldal - 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.
209. oldal - 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.
30. oldal - 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.
125. oldal - 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!
160. oldal - 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.
223. oldal - 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,
37. oldal - 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.
97. oldal - 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...
223. oldal - 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!