Poems, Τόμος 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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Σελίδα 61
... bear , the anchorite monk of the desert , Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the brook - side , And over all is the sky , the clear and crystalline heaven , Like the protecting hand of God inverted above them . Into this ...
... bear , the anchorite monk of the desert , Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the brook - side , And over all is the sky , the clear and crystalline heaven , Like the protecting hand of God inverted above them . Into this ...
Σελίδα 85
... bear ! Sweeter to this afflicted breast The thought of never - ending rest ! Sweeter the undisturbed and deep Tranquillity of endless sleep ! A flash of lightning , out of which LUCIFER appears , in the garb of a travelling Physician ...
... bear ! Sweeter to this afflicted breast The thought of never - ending rest ! Sweeter the undisturbed and deep Tranquillity of endless sleep ! A flash of lightning , out of which LUCIFER appears , in the garb of a travelling Physician ...
Σελίδα 115
... bear her away . Ah ! when I saw and felt these things , I found it difficult to stay ; I longed to die , as she had died , And go forth with her , side by side . The Saints are dead , the Martyrs dead , And Mary , and our Lord ; and I ...
... bear her away . Ah ! when I saw and felt these things , I found it difficult to stay ; I longed to die , as she had died , And go forth with her , side by side . The Saints are dead , the Martyrs dead , And Mary , and our Lord ; and I ...
Σελίδα 118
... fill me with thy light , I cannot lead thy flock aright ; Nor , without thy support , can bear The burden of so great a care , But am myself a castaway ! A pause . The day is drawing to its close ; And what 118 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... fill me with thy light , I cannot lead thy flock aright ; Nor , without thy support , can bear The burden of so great a care , But am myself a castaway ! A pause . The day is drawing to its close ; And what 118 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
Σελίδα 147
... bear upon my hands the gift Of heavenly Prudence here ! URIEL . I am the Minister of Mars , The strongest star among the stars ! My songs of power prelude The march and battle of man's life , And for THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 147.
... bear upon my hands the gift Of heavenly Prudence here ! URIEL . I am the Minister of Mars , The strongest star among the stars ! My songs of power prelude The march and battle of man's life , And for THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 147.
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Angel answered arrows bear beautiful behold beneath branches breath bring called coming darkness dead death deep departed door earth ELSIE entered eyes face fall father fear feet fell fire flowers follow forest FRIAR give grave guests hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha King land Laughing leaves light listen living lodge look Lord LUCIFER maiden meadow morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er once pass Pau-Puk-Keewis prayer PRINCE HENRY rest rise river rose round rushing sail Sang seemed shadow shining side silent singing sleep slowly song sorrow soul sound spake speak Spirit stand Star stood strong sunshine sweet Take thee things thou thought Till unto village voice waited walls wigwam wild wind women wonder young youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 3 - 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 69 - ... delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still ree'cho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Σελίδα 278 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Σελίδα 7 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Σελίδα 74 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
Σελίδα 71 - Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Σελίδα 11 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow!
Σελίδα 75 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Σελίδα 28 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness ? 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,
Σελίδα 276 - Lay aside your white-skin wrapper, For the Summer-time is coming, And the sun is warm in heaven, And you need no white-skin wrapper...