W. D. Ticknor, 1849 - 99 頁

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第 5 頁 - That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That true self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is — ourselves to know.
第 34 頁 - the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand : " Isn't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land...
第 33 頁 - WE were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, — It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!
第 79 頁 - MANY a long, long year ago, Nantucket skippers had a plan Of finding out, though " lying low," How near New York their schooners ran. They greased the lead before it fell, And then, by sounding through the night. Knowing the soil that stuck, so well, They always guessed their reckoning right. A skipper gray, whose eyes were dim, Could tell, by tasting, just the spot, And so below he'd "dowse the glim," — After, of course, his "something hot." Snug in his berth, at eight o'clock, This ancient skipper...
第 50 頁 - Time had given." not the Dead, who have loved, who have left us, "*" Who bend o'er us now, from their bright homes above ; But believe — never doubt — that the God who bereft us Permits them to mingle with friends they still love.
第 39 頁 - O SWIFT we go, o'er the fleecy snow, When moonbeams sparkle round ; When hoofs keep time to music's chime, As merrily on we bound. On a winter's night, when hearts are light, And health is on the wind, We loose the rein and sweep the plain, And leave our cares behind.
第 98 頁 - In tropic brightness gleam ; Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak ; Or blows the stormy gale ; On to the water's farthest verge Our ships majestic sail. They dip their keels in every stream That swells beneath the sky ; And where old ocean's billows roll, Their lofty...
第 34 頁 - For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with Death. As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy in his prayers, " We are lost ! " the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs.
第 49 頁 - They argued long, and reasoned loud, In dubious Hindoo phrase mysterious, While she, poor child, could not divine Why girls so young should be so serious. They knew the length of Plato's beard, And how the scholars wrote in Saturn; She studied authors not so deep, And took the Bible for her pattern. And so she said, " Excuse me, friends, I find all have their proper places, And Cammon Seme should stay at home With cheerful hearts and smiling faces.
第 54 頁 - re ever bending o'er her Eyes that weep ; Forms, that to the cold grave bore her, Vigils keep. When the summer moon is shining Soft and fair, Friends she loved in tears are twining Chaplets there. Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit, Throned above, — Souls like thine with God inherit Life and love ! JAMES T. FIELDS. 300 301 FEAR NO MORE THE HEAT OJ THE SUN. FROM "CYMBELINB.