Poems, 1. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 37 találatból.
24. oldal
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out . And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out . And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
34. oldal
... This praise is not exaggerated . The poem is a model in its kind . Its conception is solemn and beautiful ; and , in accordance with it , the style moves on - calm , dignified , and majestic . ] COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . FROM THE SPANISH . O ...
... This praise is not exaggerated . The poem is a model in its kind . Its conception is solemn and beautiful ; and , in accordance with it , the style moves on - calm , dignified , and majestic . ] COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . FROM THE SPANISH . O ...
51. oldal
... beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! -thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! -to thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait for me ! -Yet ...
... beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! -thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! -to thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait for me ! -Yet ...
84. oldal
... beautiful the long , mild twilight , which like a silver clasp unites to - day with yesterday ! How beautiful the silent hour , when Morning and Even- ing thus sit together , hand in hand , beneath the starless sky of midnight ! From ...
... beautiful the long , mild twilight , which like a silver clasp unites to - day with yesterday ! How beautiful the silent hour , when Morning and Even- ing thus sit together , hand in hand , beneath the starless sky of midnight ! From ...
113. oldal
... Beautiful , and in her hand a lily ; on life's roaring billows Swings she in safety , she heedeth them not , in the ship she is sleeping . Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men ; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto ...
... Beautiful , and in her hand a lily ; on life's roaring billows Swings she in safety , she heedeth them not , in the ship she is sleeping . Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men ; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto ...
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Albrecht Dürer angel Balt Bart beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath Beware birds breast breath bride bright brooklet Bruges Carlos child Chis clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead Death Don Carlos Don Dinero Dost thou doth dreams earth eyes fair father fear fire flowers Gascon gentle Gipsy gleam gold golden Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look Luck of Edenhall maiden merry midnight Minnesingers morning night Nils Juel o'er Padre pass poem Pray prayer Preciosa rain ring rise round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shalt silent singing sleep soft song soul sound stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto Vict Victorian village voice wave weary wild wind youth
Népszerű szakaszok
292. oldal - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
95. oldal - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
10. oldal - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
327. oldal - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
15. oldal - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
97. oldal - At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt-sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! THE LUCK OF EDENHALL.
326. oldal - What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death. 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.
90. oldal - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
14. oldal - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life...
132. oldal - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.