Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 84 筆
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... LIVE ALWAY THE IRISH EMIGRANT THE BELLE OF THE BALL . LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP A HEALTH . BURNS ON A PORTRAIT OF RED JACKET SONNET AMBITION PILGRIM SONG . THE FAMILY MEETING OUR MARY . THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR THE BELLS OF SHANDON UNSEEN ...
... LIVE ALWAY THE IRISH EMIGRANT THE BELLE OF THE BALL . LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP A HEALTH . BURNS ON A PORTRAIT OF RED JACKET SONNET AMBITION PILGRIM SONG . THE FAMILY MEETING OUR MARY . THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR THE BELLS OF SHANDON UNSEEN ...
第 xxv 頁
... live alway 162 POE , EDGAR A. NAIRN , LADY CAROLINE . Bells , The Land o ' the Leal , The 86 POPE , ALEXANDER . NASH , THOMAS . Happiness Contentment 12 Universal Prayer , The PRAED , WINTHROP MACKWORTH . Belle of the Ball ,
... live alway 162 POE , EDGAR A. NAIRN , LADY CAROLINE . Bells , The Land o ' the Leal , The 86 POPE , ALEXANDER . NASH , THOMAS . Happiness Contentment 12 Universal Prayer , The PRAED , WINTHROP MACKWORTH . Belle of the Ball ,
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... live and lie at rest : The rich old man that sees His end draw on so sore , How he would be a boy again , To live so much the more . Whereat full oft I smiled , To see how all these three , From boy to man , from man to boy , Would chop ...
... live and lie at rest : The rich old man that sees His end draw on so sore , How he would be a boy again , To live so much the more . Whereat full oft I smiled , To see how all these three , From boy to man , from man to boy , Would chop ...
第 5 頁
... live with me , and be my love . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing , For thy delight , each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . [ 1552-1618 . ] THE ...
... live with me , and be my love . The shepherd swains shall dance and sing , For thy delight , each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . [ 1552-1618 . ] THE ...
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... live to say I knew , And have not in possession still ! Things known permit me to renew . Of him you know his merit such I cannot say you hear — too much . - Within these woods of Arcady He chief delight and pleasure took ; And on the ...
... live to say I knew , And have not in possession still ! Things known permit me to renew . Of him you know his merit such I cannot say you hear — too much . - Within these woods of Arcady He chief delight and pleasure took ; And on the ...
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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!