Poems: By William Cullen BryantD. Appleton, 1862 - 264页 |
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... Maiden's Sorrow ... 221 222 224 ........ 225 227 ..... 229 The Return of Youth , .. 230 A Hymn of the Sea , .. 231 Noon . ( From an unfinished Poem ) ,. 234 The Crowded Street ,. 236 The White - footed Deer , 237 The Waning Moon ...
... Maiden's Sorrow ... 221 222 224 ........ 225 227 ..... 229 The Return of Youth , .. 230 A Hymn of the Sea , .. 231 Noon . ( From an unfinished Poem ) ,. 234 The Crowded Street ,. 236 The White - footed Deer , 237 The Waning Moon ...
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... maiden , in her blossoming years Cut off , was laid with streaming eyes , and hands That trembled as they placed her there , the rose Sprung modest , on bowed stalk , and better spoke Her graces , than the proudest monument . There ...
... maiden , in her blossoming years Cut off , was laid with streaming eyes , and hands That trembled as they placed her there , the rose Sprung modest , on bowed stalk , and better spoke Her graces , than the proudest monument . There ...
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... maiden veil , her own black hair , Came down o'er eyes that wept ; And wildly , in her woodland tongue , This sad and simple lay she sung : THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT . " I've pulled away the 48 POEMS . The Massacre at Scio, The Indian ...
... maiden veil , her own black hair , Came down o'er eyes that wept ; And wildly , in her woodland tongue , This sad and simple lay she sung : THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT . " I've pulled away the 48 POEMS . The Massacre at Scio, The Indian ...
第61页
... print of the ruffian's feet , Where he bore the maiden away ; And he darts on the fatal path more fleet Than the blast hurries the vapor and sleet O'er the wild November day . " Twas early summer when Maquon's bride Was stolen away 6.
... print of the ruffian's feet , Where he bore the maiden away ; And he darts on the fatal path more fleet Than the blast hurries the vapor and sleet O'er the wild November day . " Twas early summer when Maquon's bride Was stolen away 6.
第66页
... lovers near Press the tenderest reasons ? Ah , they give their faith too oft To the careless wooer ; Maidens ' hearts are always soft : Would that men's were truer ! SONG . Woo the fair one , when around Early 66 POEMS . Song,
... lovers near Press the tenderest reasons ? Ah , they give their faith too oft To the careless wooer ; Maidens ' hearts are always soft : Would that men's were truer ! SONG . Woo the fair one , when around Early 66 POEMS . Song,
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第24页 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
第25页 - Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales, Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
第25页 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
第30页 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
第89页 - My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence round me, — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever.
第26页 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night. Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
第102页 - Alas ! they all are in their graves ; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
第227页 - Freedom, thou art not, as poets dream, A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, And wavy tresses, gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou ; one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword ; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars ; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched 31 * His bolts, and with his lightnings...
第144页 - THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue. That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes...
第87页 - And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised...