Voices of the Night, and Other PoemsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852 - 228页 |
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... o'er , The young man at the Master's door Sat with the maiden calm and still . " BIRKET FOSTER . 33 BIRKET FOSTER . 36 X. XI . " And around the bows and along the side The heavy hammers and mallets plied . " " With one exulting , joyous ...
... o'er , The young man at the Master's door Sat with the maiden calm and still . " BIRKET FOSTER . 33 BIRKET FOSTER . 36 X. XI . " And around the bows and along the side The heavy hammers and mallets plied . " " With one exulting , joyous ...
第xi页
... O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods . " BIRKET FOSTER . 146 XLII . " And the wild horn , whose voice the woodland fills , Was ringing to the merry shout , That faint and far the glen sent out ...
... O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods . " BIRKET FOSTER . 146 XLII . " And the wild horn , whose voice the woodland fills , Was ringing to the merry shout , That faint and far the glen sent out ...
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... O'er meadow , lake , and stream . And dreams of that which cannot die , Bright visions , came to me , And As lapped in thought I used to lie , gaze into the summer sky , Where the sailing clouds went by , Like ships upon the sea ...
... O'er meadow , lake , and stream . And dreams of that which cannot die , Bright visions , came to me , And As lapped in thought I used to lie , gaze into the summer sky , Where the sailing clouds went by , Like ships upon the sea ...
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... o'er me from above ; The calm , majestic presence of the Night , As of the one I love . I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft chimes , That fill the haunted chambers of the Night , Like some old poet's rhymes ...
... o'er me from above ; The calm , majestic presence of the Night , As of the one I love . I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft chimes , That fill the haunted chambers of the Night , Like some old poet's rhymes ...
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... o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us then be up and doing , With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labour and to wait . THE REAPER AND ...
... o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us then be up and doing , With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labour and to wait . THE REAPER AND ...
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Albrecht Dürer arms beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath BENHAM birds BIRKET FOSTER blast blows wild bows breast breath bright Bruges child Christ Chrysaor clouds dark dead Death deep dreams earth Euroclydon Excelsior eyes fair fear flow flowers forest Forever-never gaze gentle gleam golden gray Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy JANE JANE E knarred land Learn to labour leaves Life's loud maiden mast Master Shakes midnight Minnesingers moon Never-forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er ocean POEMS prayer QUADROON rain REAPER red planet Mars restless heart rising river roar rock round sail saint sand Sang shadows shining ship silent silver singing skies snow soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spake stands stood strong sweet tears thee thou thought toil tower trees twilight unto vessel village voice wave wild wind wings wondrous woodland woods youth
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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.