Readings in American PoetryJohn C. Riker, 1843 - 264页 |
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... voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a ...
... voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a ...
第19页
... voice was given . And though the land is throng'd again , O Sea ! Strange sadness touches all that goes with thee . The small bird's plaining note , the wild , sharp call , Share thy own spirit : it is sadness all ! How dark and stern ...
... voice was given . And though the land is throng'd again , O Sea ! Strange sadness touches all that goes with thee . The small bird's plaining note , the wild , sharp call , Share thy own spirit : it is sadness all ! How dark and stern ...
第22页
... voice diverted and held mute , Comes to the margin of the nearest grove ; And when the twilight , deepen'd into night , Calls them within , close to the house she comes , And on its dark side , haply on the step Of unfrequented door ...
... voice diverted and held mute , Comes to the margin of the nearest grove ; And when the twilight , deepen'd into night , Calls them within , close to the house she comes , And on its dark side , haply on the step Of unfrequented door ...
第23页
... voice distinct , The merry mocking - bird together links In one continued song their different notes , Adding new life and sweetness to them all . Hid under shrubs , the squirrel that in fields Frequents the stony wall and briery fence ...
... voice distinct , The merry mocking - bird together links In one continued song their different notes , Adding new life and sweetness to them all . Hid under shrubs , the squirrel that in fields Frequents the stony wall and briery fence ...
第30页
... voice as low , as gentle , and caressing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower ; With look , like patient Job's , eschewing evil ; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art in sober truth , the veriest devil That e'er ...
... voice as low , as gentle , and caressing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower ; With look , like patient Job's , eschewing evil ; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art in sober truth , the veriest devil That e'er ...
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第147页 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook...
第161页 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
第15页 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
第15页 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
第147页 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
第63页 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things 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. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
第15页 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
第146页 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
第73页 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea. 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14页 - The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man...