The Poetic New WorldLucy Henderson Humphrey H. Holt, 1910 - 526 頁 |
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ancient beauty beneath birds blue breath breeze bright calm Charles G. D. Roberts cloud dark dead deep dream earth Edmund Clarence Stedman eyes fair feet flowers forest Forever-never gaze gleam glide glory gold gray green hand hath haunts hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Ipswich town Island isle James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier lake land light lips lonely look Lord Lucy Larcom meadows mist moon morning mountain murmur never Never-forever night o'er ocean old house goes pass pine prayer Ralph Waldo Emerson Richard Watson Gilder river roar rock rolled rose round sail sailor shade shadows shining ship shore silent singing skies smile snow song soul sound stars stood stream street summer sunset sweet swift thee thou thoughts of youth tide trees Tyringham Valley voice wander waters waves wild William Cullen Bryant wind woods youth are long
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第 60 頁 - The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
第 183 頁 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第 103 頁 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May.
第 245 頁 - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?
第 105 頁 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave.
第 390 頁 - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God ; I will fly in the greatness of God as the marshhen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
第 145 頁 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
第 369 頁 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall,— Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town.
第 376 頁 - Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state ? Yes — one — the first — the last — the best— The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but One !
第 89 頁 - SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE. OF all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, — On Apuleius's Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of - brass, Witch astride of a human back, Islam's prophet on Al-Borak, — The strangest ride that ever was sped Was Ireson's, out from Marblehead! Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of...