Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 pagina's |
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Pagina 22
... dreams , and ho , ho , ho ! When lazy queans have naught to do , But study how to cog and lie ; To make debate and mischief too , " Twixt one another secretly : I mark their gloze , And it disclose UNKNOWN . [ Before 1649. ] EDOM O ...
... dreams , and ho , ho , ho ! When lazy queans have naught to do , But study how to cog and lie ; To make debate and mischief too , " Twixt one another secretly : I mark their gloze , And it disclose UNKNOWN . [ Before 1649. ] EDOM O ...
Pagina 29
... dreams my head infest But such as Jacob's temples blest . RICHARD CRASHAW . 29 Whilst I do rest , my soul advance ; Make my sleep a holy trance : That I may , my rest being wrought , Awake into some holy thought , And with as active ...
... dreams my head infest But such as Jacob's temples blest . RICHARD CRASHAW . 29 Whilst I do rest , my soul advance ; Make my sleep a holy trance : That I may , my rest being wrought , Awake into some holy thought , And with as active ...
Pagina 33
... dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep , So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes , And into glory peep . If a star were confined into a tomb , Her captive flames must needs burn there ; But when the hand that lockt her ...
... dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep , So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes , And into glory peep . If a star were confined into a tomb , Her captive flames must needs burn there ; But when the hand that lockt her ...
Pagina 52
... dreams that wave before the half- shut eye : cious nest . A HYMN . THESE , as they change , Almighty Fa- Are Is ther , these but the varied God . year The rolling full of thee . Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks , thy ...
... dreams that wave before the half- shut eye : cious nest . A HYMN . THESE , as they change , Almighty Fa- Are Is ther , these but the varied God . year The rolling full of thee . Forth in the pleasing spring Thy beauty walks , thy ...
Pagina 68
... dreams do fly ; Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but aggravates thy loss , Grieve not for what is past . " " O , say not so , thou holy friar ! I pray thee say not so ; For since my true love died for me , ' Tis meet my tears ...
... dreams do fly ; Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but aggravates thy loss , Grieve not for what is past . " " O , say not so , thou holy friar ! I pray thee say not so ; For since my true love died for me , ' Tis meet my tears ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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,
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!