PoemsHenry C. Baird, 1850 - 413页 |
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第17页
... eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers ...
... eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers ...
第23页
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
第28页
... eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though ...
... eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though ...
第30页
... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all ... eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in ...
... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all ... eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in ...
第35页
... eye is pale and bleared ! Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , ―sorely ! The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of wo , A sound ...
... eye is pale and bleared ! Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , ―sorely ! The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of wo , A sound ...
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Albrecht Dürer Alcalá ancient angel Art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath Beware birds breath bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Dost thou doth dreams earth Excelsior Exeunt eyes fair father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gerónimo Gil Gipsy gleams gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves Life's light lips look loud Luck of Edenhall maiden midnight MONK moon mountains night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river Saint sang SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep slumbered soft song sorrow soul sound stand star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Timoneda trees unto VICTORIAN village voice wild wind woods youth
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第21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, Was not spoken of the soul.
第24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. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
第43页 - Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on. "Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
第86页 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
第45页 - Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. " Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
第387页 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
第345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35页 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing, " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray!" And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
第47页 - Waving his armed hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen. "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75页 - Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.