The Poetic New WorldLucy Henderson Humphrey H. Holt, 1910 - 526 頁 |
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beauty beneath birds blue breath breeze bright brown chuff cloud dark dead deep dream earth eyes fair feet flowers forest gaze gleam glory gold golden grass gray green hand haunts hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha hills Ipswich town island isle Isles of Shoals James Russell Lowell Joaquin Miller John Greenleaf Whittier lake land leap lifted light lips lonely look Lord Lucy Larcom marshes of Glynn meadows mighty moon morning Mount Tamalpais mountains never night o'er ocean pass pine plain prairie prayer purple river roar rock rolled rose round sail sailor sand shade shadows shining ship shore Sidney Lanier silent singing skies smile snow soft song soul sound stars stood stream summer sunset sweet swift thee thou thought tide trees Tyringham Tyringham Valley valley voice wander waters waves wild William Cullen Bryant wind wings woods youth
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第 59 頁 - O "O -^> (Scituaie) HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
第 103 頁 - 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.
第 182 頁 - Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第 154 頁 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations...
第 145 頁 - Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
第 144 頁 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
第 317 頁 - Farthing.] ^HOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.
第 61 頁 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
第 259 頁 - Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected ; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty, like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green. How came they here? What burst of Christian hate, What persecution, merciless and blind, Drove o'er the sea — that desert desolate — , • -; These Ishmaels and Hagars of mankind...
第 247 頁 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.