Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier |
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... look to glance awry , Which may let in a little thought un- sound . Why blush ye , Love ! to give to me your hand ... looks conceived her in- tent . THE HOUSE OF RICHES . THAT house's form within was 8 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES . FROM THE ...
... look to glance awry , Which may let in a little thought un- sound . Why blush ye , Love ! to give to me your hand ... looks conceived her in- tent . THE HOUSE OF RICHES . THAT house's form within was 8 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES . FROM THE ...
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... looks there- As from the shore of peace , with unwet eye , on , And bears no venture in impiety . Thus , madam , fares ... look down Upon these lower regions of turmoil ? Where all the storms of passions mainly beat On flesh and blood ...
... looks there- As from the shore of peace , with unwet eye , on , And bears no venture in impiety . Thus , madam , fares ... look down Upon these lower regions of turmoil ? Where all the storms of passions mainly beat On flesh and blood ...
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... Look , what I lack my mind supplies . Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring . And hasty climbers soonest fall ; I see that such as sit aloft 15 Mishap doth threaten most of all . These get with toil ...
... Look , what I lack my mind supplies . Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring . And hasty climbers soonest fall ; I see that such as sit aloft 15 Mishap doth threaten most of all . These get with toil ...
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... look upon myself , and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possessed , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in ...
... look upon myself , and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possessed , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in ...
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... look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but not my heart . HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS ...
... look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but not my heart . HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.