Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin and compnay, 1890 - 383 páginas |
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... once reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell them that brave it most , They beg for more by spending , Who in their greatest cost , Seek nothing but commending : And if they make reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell zeal it lacks ...
... once reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell them that brave it most , They beg for more by spending , Who in their greatest cost , Seek nothing but commending : And if they make reply , Then give them all the lie . Tell zeal it lacks ...
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... once devoured her tender corse ; But to the prey when as he drew more nigh , His bloody rage assuagéd with remorse , And , with the sight amazed , forgot his furious force . Instead thereof he kissed her weary feet , And licked her lily ...
... once devoured her tender corse ; But to the prey when as he drew more nigh , His bloody rage assuagéd with remorse , And , with the sight amazed , forgot his furious force . Instead thereof he kissed her weary feet , And licked her lily ...
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... once might not on living ground , Save in this paradise be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it hear , To read what manner music that might be : For all that pleasing is to living ear , Was there consorted in one ...
... once might not on living ground , Save in this paradise be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it hear , To read what manner music that might be : For all that pleasing is to living ear , Was there consorted in one ...
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... once doth fix her humble , loving thought ; Who by his picture drawn in every thing , And sacred messages , her love hath sought ; Of him she thinks she cannot think too much ; low houses , But cannot shield the tempest from them ...
... once doth fix her humble , loving thought ; Who by his picture drawn in every thing , And sacred messages , her love hath sought ; Of him she thinks she cannot think too much ; low houses , But cannot shield the tempest from them ...
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... once the message greet him , That his true love doth stay , If death should come and meet him , Love will find out the way . UNKNOWN . [ Beure 1689. ] MAY - DAY SONG . REMEMBER us poor Mayers all ! And thus do we begin To lead our lives ...
... once the message greet him , That his true love doth stay , If death should come and meet him , Love will find out the way . UNKNOWN . [ Beure 1689. ] MAY - DAY SONG . REMEMBER us poor Mayers all ! And thus do we begin To lead our lives ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angel art thou beauty BEGONE DULL CARE bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek clouds Confucius dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom eternal evermore eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour Hymn Inchcape Rock Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light lips live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun morning never night o'er pale praise prayer rest rose round Saint Agnes shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree unto voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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Página 15 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 138 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 62 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 183 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 228 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Página 56 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Página 93 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Página 184 - The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid...
Página 196 - 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.
Página 96 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.