Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin and compnay, 1890 - 383 páginas |
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... 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 sing , With trumpet and with shalm ! All ...
... 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 sing , With trumpet and with shalm ! All ...
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... waves , Over the fountains , And under the graves , Under floods which are deepest , Which Neptune obey , Over rocks which are steepest , Love will find out the way . Where there is no place For the glow - worm to lie , Where there is ...
... waves , Over the fountains , And under the graves , Under floods which are deepest , Which Neptune obey , Over rocks which are steepest , Love will find out the way . Where there is no place For the glow - worm to lie , Where there is ...
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... waves our panting breasts , Where never storms arise , Exchange ; and be awhile our guests : For stars , gaze on our eyes . The compass , love shall hourly sing , And , as he goes about the ring , We will not miss To tell each point he ...
... waves our panting breasts , Where never storms arise , Exchange ; and be awhile our guests : For stars , gaze on our eyes . The compass , love shall hourly sing , And , as he goes about the ring , We will not miss To tell each point he ...
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... waves , Beating on these hollow caves ; This black den which rocks emboss , Overgrown with eldest moss ; The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight ; This my chamber of neglect , Walled about with disrespect , From all ...
... waves , Beating on these hollow caves ; This black den which rocks emboss , Overgrown with eldest moss ; The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight ; This my chamber of neglect , Walled about with disrespect , From all ...
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... Waves in its plumes the various light . Such was the happy garden state , While man there walked without mate : After a place so pure and sweet , What other help could yet be meet ! But ' t was beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary ...
... Waves in its plumes the various light . Such was the happy garden state , While man there walked without mate : After a place so pure and sweet , What other help could yet be meet ! But ' t was beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary ...
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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.