Poetical Works, 第 1 卷Houghton, Mifflin, 1904 |
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第vii页
... THE LIGHTHOUSE · 298 THE FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD • BY THE FIRESIDE 300 RESIGNATION THE BUILDERS . SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS · 303 305 • 307 THE OPEN WINDOW KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA vii CONTENTS.
... THE LIGHTHOUSE · 298 THE FIRE OF DRIFT - WOOD • BY THE FIRESIDE 300 RESIGNATION THE BUILDERS . SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS · 303 305 • 307 THE OPEN WINDOW KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA vii CONTENTS.
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... fire of poetry burning low , and thought to gather the sticks of his scat- tered prose as a sort of final blaze . " Voices of the Night , " as originally pub- lished , and as repeated in all collective editions of Mr. Longfellow's ...
... fire of poetry burning low , and thought to gather the sticks of his scat- tered prose as a sort of final blaze . " Voices of the Night , " as originally pub- lished , and as repeated in all collective editions of Mr. Longfellow's ...
第57页
... fire and blaze away together . He writes : I could not forbear reading it to Halleck ( the poet ) this morning . His bright eyes glistened like diamonds , and he read it through aloud himself with delight . He thanked me warmly for the ...
... fire and blaze away together . He writes : I could not forbear reading it to Halleck ( the poet ) this morning . His bright eyes glistened like diamonds , and he read it through aloud himself with delight . He thanked me warmly for the ...
第59页
... fire , smok- ing , when suddenly it came into my mind to write the Ballad of the Schooner Hesperus ; ' which I accord- ingly did . Then I went to bed , but could not sleep . New thoughts were running in my mind , and I got up to add ...
... fire , smok- ing , when suddenly it came into my mind to write the Ballad of the Schooner Hesperus ; ' which I accord- ingly did . Then I went to bed , but could not sleep . New thoughts were running in my mind , and I got up to add ...
第90页
... fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! ; Try not the Pass ! " the old man said " Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The roaring torrent is deep and wide ...
... fires gleam warm and bright ; Above , the spectral glaciers shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! ; Try not the Pass ! " the old man said " Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The roaring torrent is deep and wide ...
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Albrecht Dürer autumn ballad Bart Bartolomé beautiful belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath blue breath bright Bruges burning Chispa clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead death deep diary Don Carlos Dost dreams earth Euroclydon Excelsior eyes fair fear flowers forever Forever never gentle gleam gold golden Graham's Magazine green Guy de Dampierre Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy Hypolito leaves light Line lips Longfellow look loud maiden midnight Minnesinger Monk moon morning mountain never night Nuremberg o'er ocean Padre Cura passed poem poet poet's Pray prayer Prec Preciosa ring rise river sail Saint sang SCENE shadows ship silent silver singing Skeleton in Armor sleep soft song soul sound speak stand stanza stars sweet thee thou art thought Timoneda trees Vict Victorian village voice volume wave wild wind window woods youth
热门引用章节
第304页 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death.
第303页 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
第90页 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue Excelsior...
第74页 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
第305页 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
第305页 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
第259页 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
第246页 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
第75页 - ... A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
第21页 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.