Poems, Τόμος 2Ticknor and Fields, 1860 |
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Σελίδα 156
... waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered ...
... waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered ...
Σελίδα 186
... Waited her lover , and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor ...
... Waited her lover , and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor ...
Σελίδα 191
... Waited the women . They stood by the graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn - leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and , marching proudly among them , Entered the sacred ...
... Waited the women . They stood by the graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn - leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and , marching proudly among them , Entered the sacred ...
Σελίδα 206
... waited in silence , Not overcome with grief , but strong in the hour of affliction , - Calmly and sadly waited , until the procession approached her , And she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotion . Tears then filled her eyes ...
... waited in silence , Not overcome with grief , but strong in the hour of affliction , - Calmly and sadly waited , until the procession approached her , And she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotion . Tears then filled her eyes ...
Σελίδα 209
... waited , and long , at the well- known bars of the farm - yard , - Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the 14 * EVANGELINE . 209.
... waited , and long , at the well- known bars of the farm - yard , - Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the 14 * EVANGELINE . 209.
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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.