Voices of the Night, and Other PoemsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852 - 228页 |
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... heart , and strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . " BIRKET FOSTER . 154 XLV . " And swift an arrow cleaved its way To his stern heart ! " BIRKET FOSTER . 156 XLVI . XLVII . XLVIII ...
... heart , and strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . " BIRKET FOSTER . 154 XLV . " And swift an arrow cleaved its way To his stern heart ! " BIRKET FOSTER . 156 XLVI . XLVII . XLVIII ...
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... heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . " H. VIZE TELLY SC HYMN TO THE NIGHT . Ασπασίη.
... heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . " H. VIZE TELLY SC HYMN TO THE NIGHT . Ασπασίη.
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... ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the thrice - prayed for , the most fair , The best - beloved Night . A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE A PSALM OF LIFE.
... ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the thrice - prayed for , the most fair , The best - beloved Night . A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE A PSALM OF LIFE.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . TELL me not in ... hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral marches to the grave . In the ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . TELL me not in ... hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral marches to the grave . In the ...
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... Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing ... heart again . Let us then be up and doing , With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to ...
... Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing ... heart again . Let us then be up and doing , With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to ...
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第159页 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第61页 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. 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.
第44页 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
第120页 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
第121页 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第161页 - 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 ! ENDYMION.
第115页 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
第181页 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
第106页 - Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse...
第113页 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.