PoemsJ.R. Osgood, 1873 - 152 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 10 筆
第 11 頁
... rock and wave and sand , As down the coast the Mission voices blending Girdle the heathen land . Within the circle of your incantation No blight nor mildew falls ; Nor fierce unrest , nor lust , nor low ambition THE ANGELUS.
... rock and wave and sand , As down the coast the Mission voices blending Girdle the heathen land . Within the circle of your incantation No blight nor mildew falls ; Nor fierce unrest , nor lust , nor low ambition THE ANGELUS.
第 13 頁
... ! Your voices break and falter in the darkness , - Break , falter , and are still ; And veiled and mystic , like the Host descending , The sun sinks from the hill ! THE MOUNTAIN HEART'S - EASE . Y scattered rocks and THE ANGELUS . 13.
... ! Your voices break and falter in the darkness , - Break , falter , and are still ; And veiled and mystic , like the Host descending , The sun sinks from the hill ! THE MOUNTAIN HEART'S - EASE . Y scattered rocks and THE ANGELUS . 13.
第 14 頁
Bret Harte. THE MOUNTAIN HEART'S - EASE . Y scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting , BY By furrowed glade and dell , To feverish men thy calm , sweet face uplifting , Thou stayest them to tell The delicate thought , that cannot find ...
Bret Harte. THE MOUNTAIN HEART'S - EASE . Y scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting , BY By furrowed glade and dell , To feverish men thy calm , sweet face uplifting , Thou stayest them to tell The delicate thought , that cannot find ...
第 45 頁
... years ? Ah , my friend , it is true ! All the dreams that have flown since that day , All the hopes in that time passed away , Old friend , I've been drinking with you ! FATE . HE sky is clouded , the rocks are " TWENTY YEARS . " 45.
... years ? Ah , my friend , it is true ! All the dreams that have flown since that day , All the hopes in that time passed away , Old friend , I've been drinking with you ! FATE . HE sky is clouded , the rocks are " TWENTY YEARS . " 45.
第 46 頁
Bret Harte. FATE . HE sky is clouded , the rocks are bare ; " THE The spray of the tempest is white in air ; The winds are out with the waves at play ... rock Was swallowed up in the earthquake shock . IN DIALECT . " JIM . " AY there ! FATE.
Bret Harte. FATE . HE sky is clouded , the rocks are bare ; " THE The spray of the tempest is white in air ; The winds are out with the waves at play ... rock Was swallowed up in the earthquake shock . IN DIALECT . " JIM . " AY there ! FATE.
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afore ain't alkali battle bell-crown Big and yaller boys BRET HARTE camp cheer Chiquita desert Devonian Engines eyes face fear filly Flynn of Virginia ford Fork Fortescue fossil Frisco gazed glade gray mare hand heard heathen Chinee Jedge kinder limbs look Louis Napoleon MILETUS monkey on high MUD FLAT n't know Flynn n't stay nary never nevey night o'er old fellow old John Burns OSGOOD outcast in gray Paleozoic perfectly sober pine plain Plesiosaurus PLIOCENE polar bear Poverty Flat quartz reckon rise rock round sandstone Sanitary shore skies slowly drifting smile snow star stood strange stranger sweet Table Mountain tail tale tell thar thee thet things Thor Thou shalt thought tide Tom Flynn trees Truthful James tunnel twelvemonth ago UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN uplifting Western whistle yaller and dancing
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第 79 頁 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
第 34 頁 - From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire; And he who wrought that spell? — Ah, towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell! Lost is that camp! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.
第 144 頁 - And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn As the star-dials hinted of morn At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
第 132 頁 - Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum. "Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come?" But the drum Echoed, "Come! Death shall reap the braver harvest," said the solemnsounding drum.
第 83 頁 - Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.
第 33 頁 - The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth. Till one arose and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of
第 87 頁 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
第 146 頁 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
第 60 頁 - And right on the top of his trouble kem his wife and five kids from the States. It was rough, mighty rough ; But the boys they stood by, And they brought him the stuff For a house, on the sly ; And the old woman, — well, she did washing, and took on when no one was nigh. But this yer luck...
第 92 頁 - When the rebels rode through his native town ; But held his own in the fight next day, When all his townsfolk ran away. That was in July sixty-three, The very day that General Lee, Flower of Southern chivalry, Baffled and beaten, backward reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren field. I might tell how but the day before John Burns stood at his...