Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 頁 |
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... beneath EDMUND SPENSER . MATTHEW ROYDON . EDMUND SPENSER . bed ; A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light ; A rosy garland , and a weary head . And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in ...
... beneath EDMUND SPENSER . MATTHEW ROYDON . EDMUND SPENSER . bed ; A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light ; A rosy garland , and a weary head . And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in ...
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... or stir . The ships becalmed upon the seas , Hang up their sails to dry ; The herds , beneath the leafy trees , Among the flowers they lie . Great is the calm , for everywhere The wind is 10 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
... or stir . The ships becalmed upon the seas , Hang up their sails to dry ; The herds , beneath the leafy trees , Among the flowers they lie . Great is the calm , for everywhere The wind is 10 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES .
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... Beneath him ; and hath learned this book of man , Full of the notes of frailty ; and compared The best of glory with her sufferings : By whom , I see , you labor all you can Toplant your heart ; and set your thoughts as near His ...
... Beneath him ; and hath learned this book of man , Full of the notes of frailty ; and compared The best of glory with her sufferings : By whom , I see , you labor all you can Toplant your heart ; and set your thoughts as near His ...
第 33 頁
... beneath the sun Make lesser mornings , when the great are done . For each inclosed spirit is a star Inlightning his own little sphere , Whose light , though fetcht and borrowed from far , Both mornings makes and evenings there . But as ...
... beneath the sun Make lesser mornings , when the great are done . For each inclosed spirit is a star Inlightning his own little sphere , Whose light , though fetcht and borrowed from far , Both mornings makes and evenings there . But as ...
第 36 頁
... Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the airy region thrilling , His reign of peace upon the earth began : Now was almost won , The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kissed , Whispering new joys to the mild ocean ...
... Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the airy region thrilling , His reign of peace upon the earth began : Now was almost won , The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kissed , Whispering new joys to the mild ocean ...
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angels beauty BEGONE DULL CARE bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie Braes breast breath bright busk calm Christabel clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom eternal 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 JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er praise rest rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn shade shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree unto vale voice wandering waves weary weel ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings Yarrow
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第 125 頁 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
第 66 頁 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
第 209 頁 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
第 30 頁 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
第 125 頁 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
第 160 頁 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
第 223 頁 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
第 37 頁 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
第 97 頁 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
第 223 頁 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!