 Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above, But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves...  Voices of the Night - 第x页作者：Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 144 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1840 - 566 页
...eaves, The shadows hardly move. Beneath some patriarchal tree I laj upon the ground ; His hoary areas uplifted he, And all the broad leaves over me Clapped...As of innumerable wings, As, when a bell no longer fwinft. Faint t ke holloa murmur rings O'tr meadtne, lake, ami strtam, And dreams of that which cannot... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 182 页
...interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves, The shadows hardly move. I Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; His hoary arms up-lifted he, Ahd all the-" broad" leaves over me • -flapped, their ,'rktje 'hands in glee, •.'VYrith one continuous... | |
 | Joseph Bartlett - 1841 - 40 页
...suadebit inire susurro." So in music — the sweetest chords when prolonged grow tiresome. They are "A slumberous sound — a sound that brings The feelings of a dream." We listen impatiently for a change, and even a discord is a pleasant relief. This is true of music... | |
 | John George Cochrane - 1844 - 636 页
...the ' Prelude to the Voices of the Night.' we take a few stanzas of exquisite grace and tenderness. Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; His hoary arms uplifted he, And all the broad leases over me Clapped their little hands in glee, The feelings of a dream— As of innumerable wings,... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 页
...the Night — Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; • His hoary arms uplifted be, And all the broad leaves over me Clapped their little hands in glee With one continuous sound. What an unpleasant mixture of images ! Such never rose in a man's mind, as he lay on the ground and... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 382 页
...example of what we do not like, one of his worst pieces, the Prelude to the Voices of the Night — Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; His hoary arms uplifted be, And all the broad leaves over me Clapped their little hands in glee With one continuous sound.... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 页
...example of what we do not like, one of his worst pieces, the Prelude to the Voices of the Night — Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; His hoary arms uplifted be, And all the broad leaves over me Clapped their little hands in glee With one continuous sound.... | |
 | 1847 - 490 页
...How vividly can I now recall many of my boyish revels in lonely dingles and sequestered glades ! " Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground...arms uplifted he, And all the broad leaves over me Clapp'd their little hands in glee, With one continuous sound : " A slumberous sound — a sound that... | |
 | 1881 - 502 页
...hope to be so highly favoured, as to hear amid the solemn silence reigning around them on all sides, " A slumberous sound, a sound that brings The feelings of a dream .... As of innumerable wings — " accompanied by distant strains of music so thrilling and divine, that the trembling watcher became... | |
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