Poems, 2. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1850 |
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42. oldal
... farmer sees His pastures , and his fields of grain , As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain . He counts it as no sin That he sees therein Only his own thrift and gain . RAIN IN SUMMER . These , and ...
... farmer sees His pastures , and his fields of grain , As they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain . He counts it as no sin That he sees therein Only his own thrift and gain . RAIN IN SUMMER . These , and ...
43. oldal
... farmer scatters his grain . He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told , — Have not been wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Follows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , Down ...
... farmer scatters his grain . He can behold Things manifold That have not yet been wholly told , — Have not been wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Follows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , Down ...
93. oldal
... farmer Bore , as trophies and oblations , Vines for banners , ploughs for armor . Judged by no o'erzealous rigor , Much this mystic throng expresses : Bacchus was the type of vigor , And Silenus of excesses . These are ancient ethnic ...
... farmer Bore , as trophies and oblations , Vines for banners , ploughs for armor . Judged by no o'erzealous rigor , Much this mystic throng expresses : Bacchus was the type of vigor , And Silenus of excesses . These are ancient ethnic ...
110. oldal
... farmer's prayers attended ; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves ; And , following thee , in thy ovation splendid , Thine almoner , the wind , scatters the golden leaves ! DANTE . TUSCAN , that wanderest through the realms of 110 ...
... farmer's prayers attended ; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves ; And , following thee , in thy ovation splendid , Thine almoner , the wind , scatters the golden leaves ! DANTE . TUSCAN , that wanderest through the realms of 110 ...
144. oldal
... farmers , - Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers forever departed ! Scattered like dust and ...
... farmers , - Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers forever departed ! Scattered like dust and ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft art thou Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom breath bride Bruges burning Christmas carols cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest forever Forever never Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand head hear heard heart heaven higher Sing JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light lips loud maiden meadows Minnesingers morning never Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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22. oldal - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
343. oldal - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
126. oldal - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
73. oldal - 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.
138. oldal - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
342. oldal - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
304. oldal - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
137. oldal - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
141. oldal - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
189. oldal - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!