Miscellaneous poems. Memorial verses. Sonnets. I-XXVII. L'Envoi. Vision of Sir LaunfalTicknor and Fields, 1857 |
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14. oldal
... snow - flakes light , And deck me in a robe of white , Ready to be an angel bright , - O sweetly - mournful pine . A little of thy merriment , Of thy sparkling , light content , Give me , my cheerful brook , - That I may still be full ...
... snow - flakes light , And deck me in a robe of white , Ready to be an angel bright , - O sweetly - mournful pine . A little of thy merriment , Of thy sparkling , light content , Give me , my cheerful brook , - That I may still be full ...
17. oldal
... snow , Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless . VII . She is most fair , and thereunto Her life doth rightly harmonize ; Feeling or thought that was not true Ne'er made less beautiful the blue Unclouded ...
... snow , Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless . VII . She is most fair , and thereunto Her life doth rightly harmonize ; Feeling or thought that was not true Ne'er made less beautiful the blue Unclouded ...
32. oldal
... snow , Waving so flower - like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray , Happy at midnight , Happy by day ! Ever in motion , Blithesome and cheery , Still climbing heavenward , Never aweary ; — Glad of all weathers ...
... snow , Waving so flower - like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray , Happy at midnight , Happy by day ! Ever in motion , Blithesome and cheery , Still climbing heavenward , Never aweary ; — Glad of all weathers ...
41. oldal
... snow , Drowses to deadly sleep and thinks No longer of its hopeless woe : Old fields , and clear blue summer days , Old meadows , green with grass and trees , That shimmer through the trembling haze And whiten in the western breeze ...
... snow , Drowses to deadly sleep and thinks No longer of its hopeless woe : Old fields , and clear blue summer days , Old meadows , green with grass and trees , That shimmer through the trembling haze And whiten in the western breeze ...
43. oldal
... wild shapes and motions , As if beneath a spell , - They seem not the same lilacs From childhood known so well . The snow of deepest silence O'er everything doth fall , 1842 . So beautiful and quiet , And yet so MIDNIGHT . 43 Midnight.
... wild shapes and motions , As if beneath a spell , - They seem not the same lilacs From childhood known so well . The snow of deepest silence O'er everything doth fall , 1842 . So beautiful and quiet , And yet so MIDNIGHT . 43 Midnight.
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
art thou beauty behold beneath bless bliss blood blossom blue blue heaven calm Caucasus cloud cold dark dear death deep doth dread dream drops Dryad earth eternal Eurydice evermore eyes face faith fall fear feel feet flowers forever Freedom Ganymede gleam gloom glow God's gold golden green grew hands happy hath hear heart heaven holy Holy Grail hope hushed JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leap leaves life's light lonely look man's mighty mighty heart Mordred murmur nature neath never night o'er peace pine poet's poor Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed shadow Sheemah shiver shut sight silence sing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrill toil trembling true truth Twas Vinland voice wander waves wind wings youth
Népszerű szakaszok
274. oldal - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
303. oldal - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
160. oldal - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
97. oldal - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
262. oldal - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man ; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean ;— Yet there the freedom of a race began. Help came but slowly; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less : What need of help ? He knew how types were set, He had a dauntless spirit, and a press.
163. oldal - Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.
46. oldal - Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, A rank adjudged by toil-.won merit, Content that from employment springs, A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
308. oldal - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
16. oldal - Blessing she is : God made her so ; And deeds of week-day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow ; Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless.
116. oldal - ... work Is not born with him; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil ! The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set, Until occasion tells him what to do; And he who waits to have his task marked out Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled. Our time is one that calls for earnest deeds...