The Two Voices: Poems of the Mountains and the SeaJoseph Knight, 1886 - 207页 |
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... forests , where the birds Twitter and chirp at noon from every tree ; I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds ; And Nature's voices say in mystic words , " The green fields wait for thee . " I dream of uplands where the primrose ...
... forests , where the birds Twitter and chirp at noon from every tree ; I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds ; And Nature's voices say in mystic words , " The green fields wait for thee . " I dream of uplands where the primrose ...
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... forest's shade , the wild bird's melody , While summer's rosy wreaths for me are twined , While summer's fragrance lingers on the wind , And green fields wait for me . George Arnold . UNDER THE WILLOWS . HIS willow is as old to me as ...
... forest's shade , the wild bird's melody , While summer's rosy wreaths for me are twined , While summer's fragrance lingers on the wind , And green fields wait for me . George Arnold . UNDER THE WILLOWS . HIS willow is as old to me as ...
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... forest tree , Left leafy and rough as first it grew , And nailed all over the gaping sides , Within and without , with black - bull hides , Seethed in fat and suppled in flame , To bear the playful billows ' game . So each good ship was ...
... forest tree , Left leafy and rough as first it grew , And nailed all over the gaping sides , Within and without , with black - bull hides , Seethed in fat and suppled in flame , To bear the playful billows ' game . So each good ship was ...
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... forest bore Of tiny forms with beauty rife . I gathered mosses rare and sweet , The acorn in its carven cup : ' Mid heaps of leaves , wind - gathered up , I trod with half - remorseful feet . The maple's blush I made my own , The ...
... forest bore Of tiny forms with beauty rife . I gathered mosses rare and sweet , The acorn in its carven cup : ' Mid heaps of leaves , wind - gathered up , I trod with half - remorseful feet . The maple's blush I made my own , The ...
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... forest and the lake , seemed dwarfed and dim Before the saintly soul whose human will Meekly in the Eternal footsteps trod , Making her homely toil and household ways An earthly echo of the song of praise Swelling from angel lips and ...
... forest and the lake , seemed dwarfed and dim Before the saintly soul whose human will Meekly in the Eternal footsteps trod , Making her homely toil and household ways An earthly echo of the song of praise Swelling from angel lips and ...
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A. H. Clough Apennine AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM beach birds blue boat breast breath breeze Bret Harte bright brown bush aboon Traquair calm Celia Thaxter clouds D. G. Rossetti dear deep divine doth dream earth and heaven Ebenezer Elliot eyes face fair float flow foam frae gleam glow golden gray green hand Hannah hath hear heard heart hills J. W. Chadwick John Keats king kiss land leagues light listen lonely Lucy Larcom Matthew Arnold mighty MONADNOCK moon morning MOUNT ATHOS mountains murmur never night o'er ocean Patmos peace river rocks Rowena Darling sail sand shadow shining ship shore silent silver sings skies skipper sleep song soul sound splendor stars storm stream sweet T. B. Aldrich Tennyson thee thine thou art tide TOUCH US GENTLY voice waves wild wind window binding shoes
热门引用章节
第191页 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, T is not too late to seek a newer world.
第108页 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
第106页 - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
第109页 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell...
第125页 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! "And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute.
第68页 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
第167页 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
第153页 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
第63页 - O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
第107页 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.