Poems, 第 1 卷Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... ! Stay , O stay ' Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! * " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered PRELUDE . xiii.
... ! Stay , O stay ' Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! * " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered PRELUDE . xiii.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn ...
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... deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , — Be these henceforth thy theme " VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1 Πότνια , πότνια νύξ PRELUDE . XV VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
... deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , — Be these henceforth thy theme " VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1 Πότνια , πότνια νύξ PRELUDE . XV VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
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... thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the ...
... thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the ...
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... thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand , And I am strong again . Within my breast there is no light , But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star ...
... thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand , And I am strong again . Within my breast there is no light , But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star ...
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第5页 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the -grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
第9页 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
第186页 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
第15页 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march...
第265页 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
第277页 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
第178页 - Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
第12页 - Within my breast there is no light, But the cold light of stars ; 1 give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars. The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
第171页 - 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 ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No...
第ix页 - PLEASANT it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, 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 The shadows hardly move.