Poems, 第 2 卷Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... thee , O gentlest of my friends ! The shadow of the linden - trees Lay moving on the grass ; Between them and the moving boughs , A shadow , thou didst pass . Thy dress was like the lilies , And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's ...
... thee , O gentlest of my friends ! The shadow of the linden - trees Lay moving on the grass ; Between them and the moving boughs , A shadow , thou didst pass . Thy dress was like the lilies , And thy heart as pure as they : One of God's ...
第21页
... leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee . Long was the prayer he uttere Yet it seemed not A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE . 22 21.
... leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee . Long was the prayer he uttere Yet it seemed not A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE . 22 21.
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... thee . But now , alas ! the place seems Thou art no longer here : Part of the sunshine of the scen With thee did disappear . Though thoughts , deep - rooted in Like pine - trees dark and high , Subdue the light of noon , and br A low ...
... thee . But now , alas ! the place seems Thou art no longer here : Part of the sunshine of the scen With thee did disappear . Though thoughts , deep - rooted in Like pine - trees dark and high , Subdue the light of noon , and br A low ...
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... thee the world's regard ; But thy painter , Albrecht Dürer , and Hans Sachs , thy cobbler - bard . Thus , O Nuremberg , a wanderer from a region far away , As he paced thy streets and court - yards , sang in thought his careless lay ...
... thee the world's regard ; But thy painter , Albrecht Dürer , and Hans Sachs , thy cobbler - bard . Thus , O Nuremberg , a wanderer from a region far away , As he paced thy streets and court - yards , sang in thought his careless lay ...
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... , Far down in the deep - sunken wells Of darksome mines , In some obscure and sunless place , Beneath huge Chimborazo's base , Or steep Potosi's mountain pines ! And thus for thee , O little child , Through 46 POEMS .
... , Far down in the deep - sunken wells Of darksome mines , In some obscure and sunless place , Beneath huge Chimborazo's base , Or steep Potosi's mountain pines ! And thus for thee , O little child , Through 46 POEMS .
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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!