Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier |
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... SUMMER'S DAY THE SOUL . CONTENTMENT THE LESSONS OF NATURE . TO HIS MISTRESS , THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA THE GOOD MAN REVENGE OF INJURIES FROM AN EPISTLE TO THE COUNTESS OF CUMBER- LAND . MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS SONGS : ARIEL'S SONG Lady ...
... SUMMER'S DAY THE SOUL . CONTENTMENT THE LESSONS OF NATURE . TO HIS MISTRESS , THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA THE GOOD MAN REVENGE OF INJURIES FROM AN EPISTLE TO THE COUNTESS OF CUMBER- LAND . MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS SONGS : ARIEL'S SONG Lady ...
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... SUMMER SHOWER THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE O , WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD ? . . THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS . 66 66 144 Allan Cunningham 144 66 66 145 66 66 145 John Wilson 146 Sir John Bowring 146 66 66 66 146 Samuel Woodworth 147 ...
... SUMMER SHOWER THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE O , WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD ? . . THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS . 66 66 144 Allan Cunningham 144 66 66 145 66 66 145 John Wilson 146 Sir John Bowring 146 66 66 66 146 Samuel Woodworth 147 ...
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... SUMMER DAYS . LOSSES WE ARE BRETHREN A ' THE ISLAND THE PIRATE Unknown . 183 Frances Browne . 184 Robert Nicoll 184 Richard H. Dana 185 66 66 66 186 THE SPECTRE HORSE To A WATERFOWL THANATOPSIS THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS TO THE FRINGED ...
... SUMMER DAYS . LOSSES WE ARE BRETHREN A ' THE ISLAND THE PIRATE Unknown . 183 Frances Browne . 184 Robert Nicoll 184 Richard H. Dana 185 66 66 66 186 THE SPECTRE HORSE To A WATERFOWL THANATOPSIS THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS TO THE FRINGED ...
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... SUMMER DAY SUBMISSION MARCH . THE CRICKETS ALL'S WELL THE SURVIVORS IN THE SEA CONCHA DICKENS IN CAMP THE PURITAN LOVERS BEFORE THE GATE MY OLD KENTUCKY NURSE THE OLD - FASHIONED CHOIR MAZZINI . UNAWARES . A WOMAN'S LOVE ON THE BRIDGE ...
... SUMMER DAY SUBMISSION MARCH . THE CRICKETS ALL'S WELL THE SURVIVORS IN THE SEA CONCHA DICKENS IN CAMP THE PURITAN LOVERS BEFORE THE GATE MY OLD KENTUCKY NURSE THE OLD - FASHIONED CHOIR MAZZINI . UNAWARES . A WOMAN'S LOVE ON THE BRIDGE ...
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... Summer's Day , A 10 Lament 137 HUNT , HELEN . LANGHORNE , JOHN . Coronation 294 Way to sing , The Dead , The 73 293 LARCOM , LUCY . HUNT , LEIGH . By the Fireside 275 Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel 144 An Angel in the House . INGELOW ...
... Summer's Day , A 10 Lament 137 HUNT , HELEN . LANGHORNE , JOHN . Coronation 294 Way to sing , The Dead , The 73 293 LARCOM , LUCY . HUNT , LEIGH . By the Fireside 275 Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel 144 An Angel in the House . INGELOW ...
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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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Page 125 - 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.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 209 - 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.
Page 30 - 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.
Page 125 - 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!
Page 160 - 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.
Page 223 - 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,
Page 37 - 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.
Page 97 - 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...
Page 223 - 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!