Poems, 2. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1850 |
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48. oldal
... falls . The sound of thy merry voice Makes the old walls Jubilant , and they rejoice With the joy of thy young heart , O'er the light of whose gladness No shadows of sadness From the sombre background of memory 48 POEMS .
... falls . The sound of thy merry voice Makes the old walls Jubilant , and they rejoice With the joy of thy young heart , O'er the light of whose gladness No shadows of sadness From the sombre background of memory 48 POEMS .
64. oldal
... young heart hot and restless And the old subdued and slow And forever and forever , As long as the river flows , As long as the heart has passions , As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall 64 ...
... young heart hot and restless And the old subdued and slow And forever and forever , As long as the river flows , As long as the heart has passions , As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall 64 ...
156. oldal
... the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who came , young Gabriel only 156 EVANGELINE .
... the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who came , young Gabriel only 156 EVANGELINE .
157. oldal
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. But , among all who came , young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black smith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and hon- ored of all men ; For since the birth of time ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. But , among all who came , young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black smith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and hon- ored of all men ; For since the birth of time ...
186. oldal
... the window she saw se- renely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow her footsteps , As out of Abraham's tent young Ishmael wan- dered with Hagar ! IV . PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the 186 EVANGELINE .
... the window she saw se- renely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow her footsteps , As out of Abraham's tent young Ishmael wan- dered with Hagar ! IV . PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the 186 EVANGELINE .
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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!