Poetical WorksHoughton, 1890 - 519 頁 |
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... Silent , as they were doing wrong . O stern word Nevermore ! The tongue that scarce had learned to claim An entrance to a mother's heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the ...
... Silent , as they were doing wrong . O stern word Nevermore ! The tongue that scarce had learned to claim An entrance to a mother's heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the ...
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... silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the ...
... silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the ...
第 5 頁
... silence passes Of some slow water - rat , whose sinuous glide Wavers the sedge's emerald shade from side to side ; But up the west , like a rock - shivered surge , Climbs a great cloud edged with sun- whitened spray ; Huge whirls of ...
... silence passes Of some slow water - rat , whose sinuous glide Wavers the sedge's emerald shade from side to side ; But up the west , like a rock - shivered surge , Climbs a great cloud edged with sun- whitened spray ; Huge whirls of ...
第 6 頁
... Silent and few , are drifting over me . LOVE . TRUE Love is but a humble , low - born thing , And hath its food served up in earthen ware ; It is a thing to walk with , hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world ...
... Silent and few , are drifting over me . LOVE . TRUE Love is but a humble , low - born thing , And hath its food served up in earthen ware ; It is a thing to walk with , hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world ...
第 9 頁
... silent spirit come ; He knew that the One Soul no more rejoices In the star's anthem than the insect's hum . He in his heart was ever meek and humble , And yet with kingly pomp his num- bers ran , As he foresaw how all things false ...
... silent spirit come ; He knew that the One Soul no more rejoices In the star's anthem than the insect's hum . He in his heart was ever meek and humble , And yet with kingly pomp his num- bers ran , As he foresaw how all things false ...
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第 86 頁 - ... what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
第 55 頁 - Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word ; Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne, Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.
第 56 頁 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
第 86 頁 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
第 325 頁 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
第 55 頁 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
第 86 頁 - Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
第 55 頁 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
第 192 頁 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An* teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metters stood, An' gin 'em both her blessin'. Then her red come back like the tide Down to the Bay o' Fundy, An' all I know is they was cried In meetin' come nex
第 191 頁 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender.