American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 83 筆
第 15 頁
... eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she ...
... eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she ...
第 17 頁
... eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion ; 99. Odorous . The accent here , as well as in line 403 , is upon the first syllable , where it is commonly placed ; but Milton , who of all poets had the most refined ear , writes ...
... eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion ; 99. Odorous . The accent here , as well as in line 403 , is upon the first syllable , where it is commonly placed ; but Milton , who of all poets had the most refined ear , writes ...
第 19 頁
... eyes to behold him 125 Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like a fiery snake , coiled round in a circle of cinders . Oft on ...
... eyes to behold him 125 Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like a fiery snake , coiled round in a circle of cinders . Oft on ...
第 22 頁
... eye of love through the golden va- pors around him ; While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow , Bright with the sheen of the dew , each glittering tree of the forest Flashed like the plane - tree the Persian adorned ...
... eye of love through the golden va- pors around him ; While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow , Bright with the sheen of the dew , each glittering tree of the forest Flashed like the plane - tree the Persian adorned ...
第 43 頁
... eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! 475 Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' O Father ...
... eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! 475 Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' O Father ...
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第 34 頁 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Thus was the evening passed. Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and
第 197 頁 - And ever, when a louder blast The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed, The house-dog on his paws outspread iw Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons
第 99 頁 - Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey! Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches
第 334 頁 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
第 172 頁 - BUILD me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! " The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. That
第 192 頁 - air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, inclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
第 183 頁 - To-day the vessel shall be launched ! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. 265 The ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold.
第 91 頁 - And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. There old Rene Leblanc had died; and when
第 10 頁 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. 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 ? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of
第 99 頁 - isso Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,