Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier From Shakespeare to Milton -- From Dryden to Burns -- From Wordsworth to Longfellow. |
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... every thought did show So lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , As cause of thoughts did rise . I saw the little boy , In thought how oft Thomas Sternhold MAJESTY OF No AGE CONTENT WITH HIS OWN ESTATE.
... every thought did show So lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , As cause of thoughts did rise . I saw the little boy , In thought how oft Thomas Sternhold MAJESTY OF No AGE CONTENT WITH HIS OWN ESTATE.
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... rise by others ' 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 ...
... rise by others ' 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 ...
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... rise no higher Than the well - head from whence it first doth spring : Then , since to eternal God she doth as- pire , She cannot be but an eternal thing . " All moving things to other things do move Of the same kind , which shows their ...
... rise no higher Than the well - head from whence it first doth spring : Then , since to eternal God she doth as- pire , She cannot be but an eternal thing . " All moving things to other things do move Of the same kind , which shows their ...
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... rise and soar away . So when the soul finds here no true con- tent , And like Noah's dove can no sure footing take , She doth return from whence she first was sent , And flies to Him that first her wings did make . So while the virgin ...
... rise and soar away . So when the soul finds here no true con- tent , And like Noah's dove can no sure footing take , She doth return from whence she first was sent , And flies to Him that first her wings did make . So while the virgin ...
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... rise ? You curious chanters of the wood , That warble forth dame Nature's lays , Thinking your voices understood By your weak accents ! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear , By your ...
... rise ? You curious chanters of the wood , That warble forth dame Nature's lays , Thinking your voices understood By your weak accents ! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear , By your ...
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Page 94 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 144 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 179 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 120 - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 94 - 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.
Page 34 - On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?
Page 94 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 134 - 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.
Page 52 - 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.
Page 134 - 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.