Poems, 第 2 卷Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... the wealth , bestowed on camps and courts , Given to the h from error , T nee e w n , th orotl ever nor forts : e abhorred ! again head e of Cain ! Down the dark future , through long g The echoing. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD . 25.
... the wealth , bestowed on camps and courts , Given to the h from error , T nee e w n , th orotl ever nor forts : e abhorred ! again head e of Cain ! Down the dark future , through long g The echoing. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD . 25.
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... head to h " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aar Christ is born to set us free ! And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement 36 POEMS .
... head to h " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aar Christ is born to set us free ! And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement 36 POEMS .
第41页
... is the rain ! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand ; Lifting the yoke - encumbered head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And RAIN IN SUMMER . 41.
... is the rain ! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand ; Lifting the yoke - encumbered head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And RAIN IN SUMMER . 41.
第43页
... been wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Follows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers 43.
... been wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Follows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers 43.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers under ground And sees them , when the rain is d On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven , Opposite the setting sun . Thus the Seer , With ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers under ground And sees them , when the rain is d On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven , Opposite the setting sun . Thus the Seer , With ...
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第22页 - 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.
第343页 - 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.
第126页 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
第73页 - 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.
第138页 - 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?
第342页 - 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.
第304页 - 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.
第137页 - 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.
第141页 - 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.
第189页 - 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!