Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 352ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... voices , instruments , winds , wa- ters , all agree . The joyous birds , shrouded in cheerful shade , Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet ; The angelical soft trembling voices made To the instruments divine respondence meet ...
... voices , instruments , winds , wa- ters , all agree . The joyous birds , shrouded in cheerful shade , Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet ; The angelical soft trembling voices made To the instruments divine respondence meet ...
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... voices understood By your weak accents ! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear , By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the spring were all your ...
... voices understood By your weak accents ! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear , By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the spring were all your ...
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... voice proclaim That none amongst them challenged such a name . I asked the seas and all the deeps below , My God to know ; I asked the reptiles and whatever is In the abyss , - Even from the shrimp to the leviathan Inquiry ran ; But in ...
... voice proclaim That none amongst them challenged such a name . I asked the seas and all the deeps below , My God to know ; I asked the reptiles and whatever is In the abyss , - Even from the shrimp to the leviathan Inquiry ran ; But in ...
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... voice And now , my God , by thine illumining I sought the court ; but smooth - tongued In which , to our weak sense , thou comest To them whom they have wrongéd so : There she. 27 look higher . " I asked the heavens , sun , moon , and ...
... voice And now , my God , by thine illumining I sought the court ; but smooth - tongued In which , to our weak sense , thou comest To them whom they have wrongéd so : There she. 27 look higher . " I asked the heavens , sun , moon , and ...
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... voice proclaim That none amongst them challenged such a name . I asked the seas and all the deeps below , My God to know ; I asked the reptiles and whatever is In the abyss , - Even from the shrimp to the leviathan Inquiry ran ; But in ...
... voice proclaim That none amongst them challenged such a name . I asked the seas and all the deeps below , My God to know ; I asked the reptiles and whatever is In the abyss , - Even from the shrimp to the leviathan Inquiry ran ; But in ...
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100 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,' Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound — Better than all treasures That in books are found — Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening...
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around, — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air, — Comes a still voice...