Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier Houghton, Mifflin & Company, 1876 - 352 Seiten From Shakespeare to Milton -- From Dryden to Burns -- From Wordsworth to Longfellow. |
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John Greenleaf Whittier. responses are never in any age or clime withheld from the devout ques- tioner . My great effort has been to make a thoroughly readable book . With this in view I have not given tedious extracts from dull plays ...
John Greenleaf Whittier. responses are never in any age or clime withheld from the devout ques- tioner . My great effort has been to make a thoroughly readable book . With this in view I have not given tedious extracts from dull plays ...
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John Greenleaf Whittier .. SKIES . - Page 6 . Take thou of me smooth pillows , sweetest Did never. WITH HOW SAD STEPS , O MOON ! THOU CLIMB'ST THE HOW CAN SHE BUT IMMORTAL BE ? " - Page.
John Greenleaf Whittier .. SKIES . - Page 6 . Take thou of me smooth pillows , sweetest Did never. WITH HOW SAD STEPS , O MOON ! THOU CLIMB'ST THE HOW CAN SHE BUT IMMORTAL BE ? " - Page.
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... never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before : A poet's brain with finer store . 7 He wrote of love with high conceit And beauty reared above her height . EDMUND SPENSER . [ 1553-1599 . ] ANGELIC MINISTRY . AND is there ...
... never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before : A poet's brain with finer store . 7 He wrote of love with high conceit And beauty reared above her height . EDMUND SPENSER . [ 1553-1599 . ] ANGELIC MINISTRY . AND is there ...
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... never tongue could speak , nor heart could think . THOMAS NASH . [ 1564-1600 . ] CONTENTMENT . Or thrust my hand too far into the fire , I NEVER loved ambitiously to climb , To be in heaven sure is a blessed thing , But , Atlas - like ...
... never tongue could speak , nor heart could think . THOMAS NASH . [ 1564-1600 . ] CONTENTMENT . Or thrust my hand too far into the fire , I NEVER loved ambitiously to climb , To be in heaven sure is a blessed thing , But , Atlas - like ...
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... never bear . No princely pomp nor wealthy store , No force to win the victory , No wily wit to salve a sore , No shape to win a lover's eye , To none of these I yield as thrall ; For why , my mind despiseth all . Some have too much ...
... never bear . No princely pomp nor wealthy store , No force to win the victory , No wily wit to salve a sore , No shape to win a lover's eye , To none of these I yield as thrall ; For why , my mind despiseth all . Some have too much ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels beauty bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie breast breath bright brow busk calm cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom evermore eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Hymn Inchcape Rock Jackdaw JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON Kilmeny kissed lady land lassie light live lonely look Lord maun moon morning never night o'er pale praise prayer rest Robin Gray rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree vale voice wandering waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Yarrow
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.