Poems, 2. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1850 |
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21. oldal
... Turned o'er the hymn - book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee . Long was the prayer he uttere Yet ...
... Turned o'er the hymn - book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee . Long was the prayer he uttere Yet ...
36. oldal
... Turned his weary head to h " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aar Christ is born to set us free ! And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement 36 POEMS .
... Turned his weary head to h " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aar Christ is born to set us free ! And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement 36 POEMS .
44. oldal
... more sublime Of things , unseen before , Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe , as an immeasurable wh Turning for evermore In the rapid and rushing river of Time TO A CHILD . DEAR child ! how radiant on 44 POEMS .
... more sublime Of things , unseen before , Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe , as an immeasurable wh Turning for evermore In the rapid and rushing river of Time TO A CHILD . DEAR child ! how radiant on 44 POEMS .
209. oldal
... turned from their pastures ; Sweet was the moist still air with the odor of milk from their udders ; Lowing they waited , and long , at the well - known bars of the farm - yard , - - .. Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the 14 ...
... turned from their pastures ; Sweet was the moist still air with the odor of milk from their udders ; Lowing they waited , and long , at the well - known bars of the farm - yard , - - .. Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the 14 ...
215. oldal
... turned at length to speak to their silent companion , Lo ! from his seat he had fallen , and stretched abroad on the sea - shore Motionless lay his form , from which the soul had departed . Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head ...
... turned at length to speak to their silent companion , Lo ! from his seat he had fallen , and stretched abroad on the sea - shore Motionless lay his form , from which the soul had departed . Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head ...
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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!