Selections from the American PoetsHarper, 1843 - 316 頁 |
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... gaze on heaven , could trace The soul's vast features , that shall tread The stars , when earth is nothingness ? Where he who struck old Albyn's lyre , § Till round the world its echoes roll , And swept , with all a prophet's fire , The ...
... gaze on heaven , could trace The soul's vast features , that shall tread The stars , when earth is nothingness ? Where he who struck old Albyn's lyre , § Till round the world its echoes roll , And swept , with all a prophet's fire , The ...
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... the assembled world , Evening her crimson tint for ever drew . But while at gaze , in solemn silence , men And angels stood , and many a quaking heart With expectation throbbed ; about the throne And glittering hill 42 JAMES A. HILLHOUSE .
... the assembled world , Evening her crimson tint for ever drew . But while at gaze , in solemn silence , men And angels stood , and many a quaking heart With expectation throbbed ; about the throne And glittering hill 42 JAMES A. HILLHOUSE .
第 43 頁
... gazing wistful on that peerless light Thereafter to be seen no more ( as oft In dreams strange images will mix ) , sad thoughts Passed o'er my soul . Sorrowing I cried , " Farewell , Pale , beauteous planet , that displayest so soft ...
... gazing wistful on that peerless light Thereafter to be seen no more ( as oft In dreams strange images will mix ) , sad thoughts Passed o'er my soul . Sorrowing I cried , " Farewell , Pale , beauteous planet , that displayest so soft ...
第 89 頁
... gaze upon the stars of bliss , That through the cloud - rifts radiantly stream ; Bird - like , the prisoned soul will lift its eye , And pine till it is hooded from the sky . H 2 APRIL . " A violet by a mossy stone Half NATHANIEL P ...
... gaze upon the stars of bliss , That through the cloud - rifts radiantly stream ; Bird - like , the prisoned soul will lift its eye , And pine till it is hooded from the sky . H 2 APRIL . " A violet by a mossy stone Half NATHANIEL P ...
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... gaze , like eyes of a young maiden Shining beneath dropp'd lids the evening of her wedding . The breeze fresh springing from the lips of morn , Kissing the leaves , and sighing so to lose ' em , The winding of the merry locust's horn ...
... gaze , like eyes of a young maiden Shining beneath dropp'd lids the evening of her wedding . The breeze fresh springing from the lips of morn , Kissing the leaves , and sighing so to lose ' em , The winding of the merry locust's horn ...
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第 288 頁 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
第 15 頁 - IN spite of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep; The posture that we give the dead Points out the soul's eternal sleep. Not so the ancients of these lands; — The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast.
第 160 頁 - And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own...
第 288 頁 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St.
第 288 頁 - Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
第 134 頁 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all thmgs else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.
第 187 頁 - Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale, But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.
第 87 頁 - Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat ; There's a human look in its swelling breast, And the gentle curve of its lowly crest ; And I often stop with the fear I feel, He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bell, Chime of the hour, or funeral knell, The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerly rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light,...
第 254 頁 - Open your lips, ye wonderful and fair ! Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Unfold! — No language? Everlasting light, And everlasting silence?— Yet the eye May read and understand. 'The hand of God Has written legibly what man may know — THE GLORY OF THE MAKER.
第 201 頁 - Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form, the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence. In vain ; thy gates deny All passage save to those who hence depart; Nor to the streaming eye Thou giv'st them back — nor to the broken heart.