Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1876 - 352 pages From Shakespeare to Milton -- From Dryden to Burns -- From Wordsworth to Longfellow. |
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... HOPE 197 GARDEN SONG . 66 66 66 66 198 BUGLE SONG 199 THE APOLOGY Ralph Waldo Emerson 199 TO EVA . 66 66 66 199 THINE EYES STILL SHONE 66 66 66 200 66 66 EACH AND ALL 200 THE PROBLEM . 66 66 66 200 BOSTON HYMN . 66 66 201 THE SOUL'S ...
... HOPE 197 GARDEN SONG . 66 66 66 66 198 BUGLE SONG 199 THE APOLOGY Ralph Waldo Emerson 199 TO EVA . 66 66 66 199 THINE EYES STILL SHONE 66 66 66 200 66 66 EACH AND ALL 200 THE PROBLEM . 66 66 66 200 BOSTON HYMN . 66 66 201 THE SOUL'S ...
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... ANNE . Auld Robin Gray BROWNING , ELIZABETH BARRETT . 85 Bertha in the Lane Cowper's Grave . BARTON , BERNARD . Not ours the Vows Musical Instrument , A 144 Sleep , The BROWNING , ROBERT . Evelyn Hope Lost Leader . The.
... ANNE . Auld Robin Gray BROWNING , ELIZABETH BARRETT . 85 Bertha in the Lane Cowper's Grave . BARTON , BERNARD . Not ours the Vows Musical Instrument , A 144 Sleep , The BROWNING , ROBERT . Evelyn Hope Lost Leader . The.
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... Hope Lost Leader . The CLOUGH , ARTHUR HUGH . 208 " Bothie of Tober - Navuolich , " From the 243 207 New Sinai , The 242 Rabbi Ben Ezra . 204 Qua Cursum Ventus . 244 BRYANT , WILLIAM CULLEN . Stream of Life , The 243 Battle - Field ...
... Hope Lost Leader . The CLOUGH , ARTHUR HUGH . 208 " Bothie of Tober - Navuolich , " From the 243 207 New Sinai , The 242 Rabbi Ben Ezra . 204 Qua Cursum Ventus . 244 BRYANT , WILLIAM CULLEN . Stream of Life , The 243 Battle - Field ...
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... Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To pleasure's highest pitch , My simple dress sure honor brings , My poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy in itself ; My ...
... Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To pleasure's highest pitch , My simple dress sure honor brings , My poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts my rest ; My heart is happy in itself ; My ...
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... hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . LADY ELIZABETH CAREW [ About 1613. ] REVENGE OF INJURIES . THE fairest action of our human life Is scorning to revenge an ...
... hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . LADY ELIZABETH CAREW [ About 1613. ] REVENGE OF INJURIES . THE fairest action of our human life Is scorning to revenge an ...
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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.