Poems, Τόμος 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD BY THE FIRESIDE . RESIGNATION 353 THE BUILDERS 357 . SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS 360 BIRDS OF PASSAGE 364 THE OPEN WINDOW 367 CONTENTS . KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA . CONTENTS . A.
... FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD BY THE FIRESIDE . RESIGNATION 353 THE BUILDERS 357 . SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS 360 BIRDS OF PASSAGE 364 THE OPEN WINDOW 367 CONTENTS . KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA . CONTENTS . A.
Σελίδα 15
... throat ; Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and dike of sand , " I am Roland ! I am Roland ! there is victory in the land ! " Then the sound of drums aroused me . The awakened THE BELFRY OF BRUGES . 1137 15.
... throat ; Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and dike of sand , " I am Roland ! I am Roland ! there is victory in the land ! " Then the sound of drums aroused me . The awakened THE BELFRY OF BRUGES . 1137 15.
Σελίδα 46
... sand ! Those silver bells Reposed of yore , As shapeless ore , Far down in the deep - sunken wells Of darksome mines , In some obscure and sunless place , Beneath huge Chimborazo's base , Or steep Potosi's mountain pines ! And thus for ...
... sand ! Those silver bells Reposed of yore , As shapeless ore , Far down in the deep - sunken wells Of darksome mines , In some obscure and sunless place , Beneath huge Chimborazo's base , Or steep Potosi's mountain pines ! And thus for ...
Σελίδα 50
... sand - roofed tents , That rise like golden domes Above the cavernous and secret homes Of wandering and nomadic tribes of ant Ah , cruel little Tamerlane , Who , with thy dreadful reign , Dost persecute and overwhelm These hapless ...
... sand - roofed tents , That rise like golden domes Above the cavernous and secret homes Of wandering and nomadic tribes of ant Ah , cruel little Tamerlane , Who , with thy dreadful reign , Dost persecute and overwhelm These hapless ...
Σελίδα 54
... sand , o'er dangerous mo Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility ; As great Pythagoras of yore , Standing beside the blacksmith's. 54 POEMS .
... sand , o'er dangerous mo Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility ; As great Pythagoras of yore , Standing beside the blacksmith's. 54 POEMS .
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft art thou Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom breath bride Bruges burning Christmas carols cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest forever Forever never Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand head hear heard heart heaven higher Sing JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light lips loud maiden meadows Minnesingers morning never Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Σελίδα 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Σελίδα 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Σελίδα 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Σελίδα 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Σελίδα 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Σελίδα 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Σελίδα 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Σελίδα 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Σελίδα 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!