The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsH.G. Clarke, 1848 - 159页 |
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... Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges . Then , with deep sonorous clangour Calmly answering their sweet anger , B When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the CARILLON.
... Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges . Then , with deep sonorous clangour Calmly answering their sweet anger , B When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the CARILLON.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the clock eleven , And , from out the silent heaven , Silence on the town descended . Silence , silence everywhere , On the earth and in the air , Save that ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the clock eleven , And , from out the silent heaven , Silence on the town descended . Silence , silence everywhere , On the earth and in the air , Save that ...
第12页
... the song , Thoughts that he has cherished long ; Hears amid the chime and singing The bells of his own village ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus dreamed I , 121 POEMS .
... the song , Thoughts that he has cherished long ; Hears amid the chime and singing The bells of his own village ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus dreamed I , 121 POEMS .
第19页
... bell tolled among them , like the chanting of a friar . Visions of the days departed , shadowy phan- toms filled my brain ; They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again ; All the Foresters of Flanders , -mighty Bald- win ...
... bell tolled among them , like the chanting of a friar . Visions of the days departed , shadowy phan- toms filled my brain ; They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again ; All the Foresters of Flanders , -mighty Bald- win ...
第21页
... tocsin's throat ; Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and dike of sand , " I am Roland ! I am Roland ! there is victory in the land ! " Then the sound of drums aroused me . The awakened THE BELFRY OF BRUGES . 21.
... tocsin's throat ; Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and dike of sand , " I am Roland ! I am Roland ! there is victory in the land ! " Then the sound of drums aroused me . The awakened THE BELFRY OF BRUGES . 21.
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Albrecht Dürer ancient timepiece Annie of Tharaw AUTHOR OF HYPERION beautiful beheld BELFRY OF BRUGES bells Beneath birds breathed burgomaster CARILLON CATHEDRAL DOOR chamber Charlemagne chimes choir church of sainted cloud dark death dost dream drifting earth Flanders Fleece of Gold Forever never Forevermore Ghent Gleam golden hand Hans Sachs hear heart heaven hemlock tree HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy JULIUS MOSEN land light loud maiden fair Maximilian meadow brook mighty Minnesingers Minnewater Namur nest Never forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er old Flemish city old Silenus once Pegnitz poem poet poet's quaint old Flemish quaint old town rain restless RESTLESS HEART rhymes rise river roar round sainted Sebald sang sculpture shadows silent Sleep slumbered song sorrow sound stands stars Super-Royal 32mo sweet thee Thou art thought toil tower town of Bruges Twelve Apostles Twelve Wise Masters village VOGELWEIDE voice wandering Wartburg wild window youth
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第82页 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第80页 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
第102页 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah ! when shall they all meet again?
第82页 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
第42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!
第133页 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
第99页 - Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ' With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
第31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101页 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — " Forever — never! Never — forever...
第78页 - Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador; From the tumbling surf, that buries The Orkneyan skerries, Answering the hoarse Hebrides; And from wrecks of ships, and drifting Spars, uplifting On the desolate, rainy seas; — Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless main; Till in sheltered coves, and reaches Of sandy beaches, All have found repose again.