Poems, Τόμος 2Ticknor and Fields, 1860 |
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Σελίδα iii
... OF SUNSHINE 19 THE ARSENAL AT SPRINgfield 23 NUREMBERG 27 THE NORMAN BARON 34 RAIN IN SUMMER . 39 TO A CHILD 45 THE OCCULTATION OF ORION 56 THE BRIDGE 61 • TO THE DRIVING CLOUD 66 SEA - WEED THE DAY IS DONE . SONGS .
... OF SUNSHINE 19 THE ARSENAL AT SPRINgfield 23 NUREMBERG 27 THE NORMAN BARON 34 RAIN IN SUMMER . 39 TO A CHILD 45 THE OCCULTATION OF ORION 56 THE BRIDGE 61 • TO THE DRIVING CLOUD 66 SEA - WEED THE DAY IS DONE . SONGS .
Σελίδα 22
... and breathe A low and ceaseless sigh ; This memory brightens o'er the past , As when the sun , concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs , Shines on a distant field . THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD . THIS is the Arsenal . 22 POEMS .
... and breathe A low and ceaseless sigh ; This memory brightens o'er the past , As when the sun , concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs , Shines on a distant field . THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD . THIS is the Arsenal . 22 POEMS .
Σελίδα 43
... clouds about him rolled Scattering everywhere The showery rain , As the farmer scatters his grain . He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told , Have not been wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never ...
... clouds about him rolled Scattering everywhere The showery rain , As the farmer scatters his grain . He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told , Have not been wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never ...
Σελίδα 65
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear , As the symbol of love in heaven , And its wavering image here . 5 * TO THE DRIVING CLOUD . GLOOMY and dark art thou THE BRIDGE . 65.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear , As the symbol of love in heaven , And its wavering image here . 5 * TO THE DRIVING CLOUD . GLOOMY and dark art thou THE BRIDGE . 65.
Σελίδα 66
... cloud , whose name thou hast taken ! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket , I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets , as once by the margin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only 66 TO THE DRIVING ...
... cloud , whose name thou hast taken ! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket , I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets , as once by the margin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only 66 TO THE DRIVING ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft art thou Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride Bruges burning Charlemagne cloud cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's evermore eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside Flanders forest Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven higher Sing JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light loud maiden meadows Minnesingers moon morning never Nuremberg o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless restless heart river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadows ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wandered wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 353 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Σελίδα 78 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Σελίδα 357 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Σελίδα 355 - 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 153 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations.
Σελίδα 79 - 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 144 - 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 102 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Σελίδα 80 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Σελίδα 24 - ... rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own.