Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 - 383 pages |
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... SPRING . THE COURTIN ' . AMBROSE AFTER THE BURIAL . 66 66 66 James Russell Lowell • 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 • • E. H. Sears . THE WAY , THE TRUTH , AND THE LIFE • COMMEMORATION ODE THE ALPINE SHEEP CAMPANILE DE PISA ON A ...
... SPRING . THE COURTIN ' . AMBROSE AFTER THE BURIAL . 66 66 66 James Russell Lowell • 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 • • E. H. Sears . THE WAY , THE TRUTH , AND THE LIFE • COMMEMORATION ODE THE ALPINE SHEEP CAMPANILE DE PISA ON A ...
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... SPRING IN JUNE . AFTER THE BALL • THE JESTER'S SERMON CLIMBING CORONATION THE WAY TO SING THE SEA - LIMITS A SUMMER DAY SUBMISSION . MARCH THE CRICKETS ALL'S WELL THE SURVIVORS IN THE SEA CONCHA . • DICKENS IN CAMP THE PURITAN LOVERS ...
... SPRING IN JUNE . AFTER THE BALL • THE JESTER'S SERMON CLIMBING CORONATION THE WAY TO SING THE SEA - LIMITS A SUMMER DAY SUBMISSION . MARCH THE CRICKETS ALL'S WELL THE SURVIVORS IN THE SEA CONCHA . • DICKENS IN CAMP THE PURITAN LOVERS ...
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... SPRING IN CAROLINA TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE HEREAFTER SONG AZRAEL FROM " WALKER IN NICARAGUA " SUNRISE IN VENICE . DIFFERENT POINTS OF VIEW . BIRCH STREAM DRIVING HOME THE COws WAITING " HE AND SHE 99 AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA UNSEEN THE ...
... SPRING IN CAROLINA TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE HEREAFTER SONG AZRAEL FROM " WALKER IN NICARAGUA " SUNRISE IN VENICE . DIFFERENT POINTS OF VIEW . BIRCH STREAM DRIVING HOME THE COws WAITING " HE AND SHE 99 AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA UNSEEN THE ...
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... spring " " Mine be a cot beside the hill " " Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled " 66 A wet sheet and a flowing sea " James Fenimore Cooper " Whither . . . dost thou pursue thy solitary way The Deacon's Masterpiece " The secret of the ...
... spring " " Mine be a cot beside the hill " " Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled " 66 A wet sheet and a flowing sea " James Fenimore Cooper " Whither . . . dost thou pursue thy solitary way The Deacon's Masterpiece " The secret of the ...
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... Spring 224 O Thou who dry'st the Mourner's Tear 124 LOWELL , MARIA WHITE Vale of Avoca , The 124 Alpine Sheep , The 229 Thou art , O God ! . 124 LUNT , GEORGE . MORRIS , LEWIS . Pilgrim Song 168 Oh , Snows so Pure ! No More 362 362 ...
... Spring 224 O Thou who dry'st the Mourner's Tear 124 LOWELL , MARIA WHITE Vale of Avoca , The 124 Alpine Sheep , The 229 Thou art , O God ! . 124 LUNT , GEORGE . MORRIS , LEWIS . Pilgrim Song 168 Oh , Snows so Pure ! No More 362 362 ...
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Page 17 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 17 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 18 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 202 - 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 99 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but...
Page 99 - 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 18 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 153 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 61 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 187 - rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart : He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.