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No preface, no index, and the Table of Contents has redundant or meaningless categories -- two separate sections with poems listed under "translations", a "Voices of the Night" and a "Slavery" and ... 閱讀評論全文
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Acadian angel arms art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet CHISPA clouds CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS dost doth dream earth Evangeline evermore eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest gentle Gipsy gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO land LARA leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest restless heart rise river round sail Saint sang shadows ships silent silver singing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary wild wind window words youth
第 306 頁 - 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 346 頁 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
第 78 頁 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
第 98 頁 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
第 339 頁 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
第 402 頁 - 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 88 頁 - And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead.
第 315 頁 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah ! when shall they all meet again?