Voices of the NightJohn Owen, 1843 - 183页 |
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第xiv页
... the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein , Sees the heavens all black with sin , Sees not its depths , nor bounds . ' Athwart the swinging branches cast , Soft rays of xiv PRELUDE .
... the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein , Sees the heavens all black with sin , Sees not its depths , nor bounds . ' Athwart the swinging branches cast , Soft rays of xiv PRELUDE .
第xv页
... Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , Be these henceforth thy theme . ' 99 -- VOICES OF THE ...
... Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , Be these henceforth thy theme . ' 99 -- VOICES OF THE ...
第35页
... look over , side by side , And see themselves below . Sweet April ! -many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH What a glory ...
... look over , side by side , And see themselves below . Sweet April ! -many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH What a glory ...
第38页
... looks On duties well performed , and days well spent ! For him the wind , ay , and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice , and give him eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he ...
... looks On duties well performed , and days well spent ! For him the wind , ay , and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice , and give him eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he ...
第47页
... wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . THERE is a quiet spirit SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . 47.
... wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . THERE is a quiet spirit SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . 47.
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA Cicero clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DOLORES DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Excelsior Exeunt eyes father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleam goblet gold golden grave Guadarrama hand Hark hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy HYPOLITO JOHN OWEN Jorge Manrique Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art Thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wall waves weary wild wind youth
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第130页 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
第36页 - The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out ; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees...
第6页 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
第141页 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
第43页 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
第42页 - And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low in the dim, mysterious aisle. "Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's...
第46页 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
第3页 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
第18页 - Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of His love.
第17页 - FLOWERS. SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.