Poems, 第 2 卷Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... river down the gutter roar The rain , the welcome rain ! The sick man from his chamber 1 At the twisted brooks ; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the ...
... river down the gutter roar The rain , the welcome rain ! The sick man from his chamber 1 At the twisted brooks ; He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the ...
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... not 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.
... not 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 ... river of Time TO A CHILD . DEAR child ! how radiant on 44 POEMS .
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 ... river of Time TO A CHILD . DEAR child ! how radiant on 44 POEMS .
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... river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep . O child ! O new - born denizen Of life's great city ! on thy head The glory of the morn is ...
... river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep . O child ! O new - born denizen Of life's great city ! on thy head The glory of the morn is ...
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... river at his feet . His mighty club no longer beat The forehead of the bull ; but he Reeled as of yore beside the sea , When , blinded by Enopion , He sought the blacksmith at his forge , And , climbing up the mountain gorge , Fixed his ...
... river at his feet . His mighty club no longer beat The forehead of the bull ; but he Reeled as of yore beside the sea , When , blinded by Enopion , He sought the blacksmith at his forge , And , climbing up the mountain gorge , Fixed his ...
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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 breath bride Bruges burning Christmas carols cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest forever Forever never Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand head hear heard heart heaven higher Sing JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light lips loud maiden meadows Minnesingers morning never Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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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!