The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1846 - 151页 |
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... fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt . Up and down these echoing stairs , Heavy with the weight of cares , Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes , within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom , Weary both in ...
... fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt . Up and down these echoing stairs , Heavy with the weight of cares , Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes , within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom , Weary both in ...
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... Men sometimes launch a fragile bark , Laden with flickering fire , And watch its swift - receding beams , Until at length they disappear , And in the distant dark expire . By what astrology of fear or hope Dare I to 52 POEMS .
... Men sometimes launch a fragile bark , Laden with flickering fire , And watch its swift - receding beams , Until at length they disappear , And in the distant dark expire . By what astrology of fear or hope Dare I to 52 POEMS .
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... fire , The Samian's great Æolian lyre , Rising through all its sevenfold bars , From earth unto the fixed stars . And through the dewy atmosphere , Not only could I see , but hear , Its wondrous and harmonious strings , In sweet ...
... fire , The Samian's great Æolian lyre , Rising through all its sevenfold bars , From earth unto the fixed stars . And through the dewy atmosphere , Not only could I see , but hear , Its wondrous and harmonious strings , In sweet ...
第69页
... fires Gleam through the night ; and the cloud of dust in the gray of the daybreak Marks not the buffalo's track , nor the Mandan's dexterous horse - race ; It is a caravan , whitening the desert where dwell the Camanches ! Ha ! how the ...
... fires Gleam through the night ; and the cloud of dust in the gray of the daybreak Marks not the buffalo's track , nor the Mandan's dexterous horse - race ; It is a caravan , whitening the desert where dwell the Camanches ! Ha ! how the ...
第98页
... awe , — " Forever Never - never ! forever ! " In that mansion used to be Free - hearted Hospitality ; His great fires up the chimney roared ; The stranger feasted at his board ; But , like the skeleton at the feast , - 98 POEMS .
... awe , — " Forever Never - never ! forever ! " In that mansion used to be Free - hearted Hospitality ; His great fires up the chimney roared ; The stranger feasted at his board ; But , like the skeleton at the feast , - 98 POEMS .
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Albrecht Dürer ancient timepiece Annie of Tharaw autumn beautiful beheld BELFRY OF BRUGES bells Beneath birds breathed bridge burgomaster CARILLON chanting Charlemagne chimes choir church of sainted cloud dark death door dost dream drifting earth fight at Minnewater Flanders Fleece of Gold Foresters Forever never forevermore Ghent Gleam golden Guy de Dampierre hand Hans Sachs hear heart heaven hemlock tree holy JULIUS MOSEN land light loud maiden fair Mastersingers Maximilian meadow brook mighty Minnesingers monk Namur nest Never forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er old Flemish city old Silenus once poem poet poet's quaint old Flemish rain restless RESTLESS HEART rhymes rise river roar round sainted Sebald sang sculpture seaweed shadows silent Sleep slumbered song sorrow soul sound stands stars sweet thee Thou art thought toil tower town of Bruges Twelve Apostles Twelve Wise Masters village Vogelweid voice wandering Wassail wild window yore Youth
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第131页 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
第25页 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man, with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial...
第100页 - 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 ?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever !
第99页 - His great fires up the chimney roared ; The stranger feasted at his board; But, like the skeleton at the feast. That warning timepiece never ceased, — "Forever — never ! Never — forever !" *> There groups of merry children played.
第40页 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...
第96页 - Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
第28页 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg the ancient stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
第42页 - Near at hand, From under the sheltering trees, The farmer sees His pastures, and his fields of grain, As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain.
第102页 - I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
第80页 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. 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.