Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier |
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... MORNING HYMN 66 66 66 66 Thomas Ken HYMN • • Joseph Addison BODY PARAPHRASE OF PSALM XXIII . THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER HAPPINESS SONG . THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY AND EVERY- CARELESS CONTENT FROM THE " CASTLE OF INDOLENCE 66 66 Alexander ...
... MORNING HYMN 66 66 66 66 Thomas Ken HYMN • • Joseph Addison BODY PARAPHRASE OF PSALM XXIII . THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER HAPPINESS SONG . THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY AND EVERY- CARELESS CONTENT FROM THE " CASTLE OF INDOLENCE 66 66 Alexander ...
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... MORNING MEDITATIONS SONG . RUTH . • HYMN OF NATURE I WOULD NOT 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 ...
... MORNING MEDITATIONS SONG . RUTH . • HYMN OF NATURE I WOULD NOT 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 ...
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... MORNING STREET 66 Unknown . 66 313 313 314 314 • 315 • • . 316 316 · 317 66 66 318 Unknown . 318 Harriet 0. Nelson 319 W. J. Linton 320 66 66 320 Margaret J. Preston 321 . 66 66 Erastus W. Ellsworth . Tom Taylor 321 321 324 325 326 326 ...
... MORNING STREET 66 Unknown . 66 313 313 314 314 • 315 • • . 316 316 · 317 66 66 318 Unknown . 318 Harriet 0. Nelson 319 W. J. Linton 320 66 66 320 Margaret J. Preston 321 . 66 66 Erastus W. Ellsworth . Tom Taylor 321 321 324 325 326 326 ...
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... Morning • · 177 KEMBLE , FRANCES ANNE . 26 Faith 175 26 KEN , THOMAS . Morning Hymn 46 • 121 121 KENDALL , HENRY . • 223 Deacon's Masterpiece , The All's Well 221 Dorothy Q. 219 Crickets , The Living Temple , The 219 KING , HENRY ...
... Morning • · 177 KEMBLE , FRANCES ANNE . 26 Faith 175 26 KEN , THOMAS . Morning Hymn 46 • 121 121 KENDALL , HENRY . • 223 Deacon's Masterpiece , The All's Well 221 Dorothy Q. 219 Crickets , The Living Temple , The 219 KING , HENRY ...
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... , CHRISTINA . PIATT , JOHN JAMES . After Death Morning Street , The Weary PIATT , S. M. B. My Old Kentucky Nurse ROSSETTI , DANTE GABRIEL . Sea - Limits , The . ROYDON , MATTHEW . Lament for Astrophel ( Sir Philip XXX LIST OF AUTHORS .
... , CHRISTINA . PIATT , JOHN JAMES . After Death Morning Street , The Weary PIATT , S. M. B. My Old Kentucky Nurse ROSSETTI , DANTE GABRIEL . Sea - Limits , The . ROYDON , MATTHEW . Lament for Astrophel ( Sir Philip XXX LIST OF AUTHORS .
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Page 18 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 186 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 200 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 61 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 17 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 102 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 17 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 100 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height. Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Page 17 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Page 28 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...