The Poems of Frank O. Ticknor, M.D.J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1879 - 150 頁 |
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第 6 頁
... Morning Twilight on " Torch Hill " " Do they miss me at Home ? " Among the Birds . " In Mamre " Idyl To the Little Rosalie " Mother's Work " Group of Ducklings 66 Whippoorwill " The Echo Story Poeta in Rure · 67 68 69 71 75 76 · 77 . 79 ...
... Morning Twilight on " Torch Hill " " Do they miss me at Home ? " Among the Birds . " In Mamre " Idyl To the Little Rosalie " Mother's Work " Group of Ducklings 66 Whippoorwill " The Echo Story Poeta in Rure · 67 68 69 71 75 76 · 77 . 79 ...
第 23 頁
... morning , July the twenty - first , In eighteen hundred sixty - one , The storm of battle burst . For many a year the thunder Had muttered deep and low , And many a year , through hope and fear , The storm had gathered slow . Now hope ...
... morning , July the twenty - first , In eighteen hundred sixty - one , The storm of battle burst . For many a year the thunder Had muttered deep and low , And many a year , through hope and fear , The storm had gathered slow . Now hope ...
第 54 頁
... morning - star , Your eyes have seen " Excalibar ! " And ye that in the temples pray , Have witnessed , when the aisles are gray , A sudden rapture cleave the pane Beyond the oriel's glory - stain , That lingered in the holy place , The ...
... morning - star , Your eyes have seen " Excalibar ! " And ye that in the temples pray , Have witnessed , when the aisles are gray , A sudden rapture cleave the pane Beyond the oriel's glory - stain , That lingered in the holy place , The ...
第 76 頁
... the fountain's hymn , Seeking no river ; Lulling the lily's sleep , Watching the shadows creep , And the stars quiver ; Such should my measure be , AN APRIL MORNING . Such were my minstrelsie , Maid 76 SONGS OF home . To Rosalie.
... the fountain's hymn , Seeking no river ; Lulling the lily's sleep , Watching the shadows creep , And the stars quiver ; Such should my measure be , AN APRIL MORNING . Such were my minstrelsie , Maid 76 SONGS OF home . To Rosalie.
第 95 頁
... lies Beyond the gates of Morning , to The walks of Paradise . And many an angel of the earth Their upward path hath trod , Gone from our garden gateways forth Into the arms of God . 95 THE PEDLER MAN AT TORCH HILL . POETS and pedlers.
... lies Beyond the gates of Morning , to The walks of Paradise . And many an angel of the earth Their upward path hath trod , Gone from our garden gateways forth Into the arms of God . 95 THE PEDLER MAN AT TORCH HILL . POETS and pedlers.
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第 15 頁 - There was news of the fight ; But none of Giffen. — He did not write. I sometimes fancy that, were I king Of the princely Knights of the Golden Ring, With the song of the minstrel in mine ear, And the tender legend that trembles here, I'd give the best on his bended knee, The whitest soul of my chivalry, For " Little Giffen,
第 14 頁 - OUT of the focal and foremost fire, Out of the hospital walls as dire; Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene, (Eighteenth battle, and he sixteen!) Spectre! such as you seldom see. Little Giffen, of Tennessee! "Take him and welcome!
第 22 頁 - The knightliest of the knightly race That, since the days of old, Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in hearts of gold...
第 12 頁 - Who climbed the blue Virginian hills Against embattled foes, And planted there, in valleys fair, The lily and the rose; Whose fragrance lives in many lands, Whose beauty stars the earth, And lights the hearths of happy homes With loveliness and worth. We thought they slept! — the sons who kept The names of noble sires, — And slumbered while the darkness crept Around their vigil-fires; But aye the "Golden Horseshoe" knights Their old Dominion keep, Whose foes have found enchanted ground, But not...
第 28 頁 - Dear captain," inquiring about the men. Captain's answer : " Of eighty-and-five, Giffen and I are left alive." Word of gloom from the war, one day; Johnson pressed at the front, they say. Little Giffen was up and away; A tear — his first — as he bade good-by, Dimmed the glint of his steel-blue eye. " I'll write, if spared ! " There was news of the fight; But none of Giffen.
第 14 頁 - Nay, more ! in death's despite The crippled skeleton " learned to write." " Dear mother," at first, of course ; and then " Dear captain," inquiring about the men. Captain's answer : " Of eighty-and-five, Giffen and I are left alive.
第 26 頁 - Our Left." They closed each ghastly gap; They dressed each shattered rank; They knew — how well — That freedom fell With that exhausted flank. "Oh, for a thousand men Like these that melt away!
第 113 頁 - Glory departed" and silence alone. " Dust unto dust" upon pillar and stone. No laughter of childhood, no shout on the lawn ; No footstep to echo the feet that are gone : Feet of the beautiful, forms of the brave, Failing in other lands, gone to the grave ! No carol at morning, no hymn rising clear ; No song at the bridal nor chaunt at the bier.
第 28 頁 - Dimmed the glint of his steel-blue eye. "I'll write, if spared. " There was news of the fight ; But none of Giffen. — He did not write. I sometimes fancy that, were I king Of the princely Knights of the Golden Ring, With the song of the minstrel in mine ear, And the tender legend that trembles here, I'd give the best on his bended knee, The whitest soul of my chivalry, For Little Giffen of Tennessee.
第 27 頁 - And we watched the war with bated breath, — Skeleton Boy against skeleton Death. Months of torture, how many such ? Weary weeks of the stick and crutch; And still a glint of the steel-blue eye Told of a spirit that wouldn't die, And didn't. Nay, more! in death's despite The crippled skeleton " learned to write.