Under the Willows, and Other PoemsFields, Osgood, 1869 - 286 頁 |
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... doors , THE My windows shake and my chimney roars ; My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me , As of old , in their moody , minor key , And out of the past the hoarse wind blows , As I sit in my arm - chair , and toast my toes . " Ho ...
... doors , THE My windows shake and my chimney roars ; My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me , As of old , in their moody , minor key , And out of the past the hoarse wind blows , As I sit in my arm - chair , and toast my toes . " Ho ...
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... doors , THE My windows shake and my chimney roars ; My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me , As of old , in their moody , minor key , And out of the past the hoarse wind blows , As I sit in my arm - chair , and toast my toes . " Ho ...
... doors , THE My windows shake and my chimney roars ; My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me , As of old , in their moody , minor key , And out of the past the hoarse wind blows , As I sit in my arm - chair , and toast my toes . " Ho ...
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... doors . In June ' t is good to lie beneath a tree While the blithe season comforts every sense , Steeps all the brain in rest , and heals the heart , Brimming it o'er with sweetness unawares , Fragrant and silent as that rosy snow ...
... doors . In June ' t is good to lie beneath a tree While the blithe season comforts every sense , Steeps all the brain in rest , and heals the heart , Brimming it o'er with sweetness unawares , Fragrant and silent as that rosy snow ...
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... door ; There , as of yore , The rich , milk - tingeing buttercup Its tiny polished urn holds up , Filled with ripe summer to the edge , The sun in his own wine to pledge ; And our tall elm , this hundredth year Doge of 50 AL FRESCO .
... door ; There , as of yore , The rich , milk - tingeing buttercup Its tiny polished urn holds up , Filled with ripe summer to the edge , The sun in his own wine to pledge ; And our tall elm , this hundredth year Doge of 50 AL FRESCO .
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... door ; I hear him with his brethren swear , As I could do , but only more . - Flattening his nose against the pane , He envies me my brilliant lot , Breathes on his aching fists in vain , And dooms me to a place more hot . He sees me in ...
... door ; I hear him with his brethren swear , As I could do , but only more . - Flattening his nose against the pane , He envies me my brilliant lot , Breathes on his aching fists in vain , And dooms me to a place more hot . He sees me in ...
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第 256 頁 - I sweep them for a paean, but they wane Again and yet again Into a dirge, and die away, in pain. In these brave ranks I only see the gaps, Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the triumph which they died to gain: Fitlier may others greet the living, For me the past is unforgiving; I with uncovered head Salute the sacred dead, Who went, and who return not.
第 23 頁 - And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,
第 22 頁 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
第 252 頁 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
第 246 頁 - ... toil, With the cast mantle she hath left behind her. Many in sad faith sought for her, Many with crossed hands sighed for her; But these, our brothers, fought for her, At life's dear peril wrought for her, So loved her that they died for her...
第 254 頁 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
第 24 頁 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
第 251 頁 - But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her. To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds. Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
第 245 頁 - Mother welcomes back Her wisest Scholars, those who understood The deeper teaching of her mystic tome, And offered their fresh lives to make it good: No lore of Greece or Rome, No science peddling with the names of things, Or reading stars to find...
第 250 頁 - Bursts up in flame ; the war of tongue and pen Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught, And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillared state with shock of men : Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed...