Poems of the OrientTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 203 oldal |
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19. oldal
... fair ; And the Poet knew the Land of the East- His soul was native there . All things to him were the visible forms Of early and precious dreams - Familiar visions that mocked his quest Beside the Western streams , Or gleamed in the ...
... fair ; And the Poet knew the Land of the East- His soul was native there . All things to him were the visible forms Of early and precious dreams - Familiar visions that mocked his quest Beside the Western streams , Or gleamed in the ...
26. oldal
... fair garden bore , Whose balmy fragrance lured the tongue to taste Their flavors : there bananas flung to waste Their golden flagons with thick honey filled ; From splintered cups the ripe pomegranates spilled A shower of rubies ...
... fair garden bore , Whose balmy fragrance lured the tongue to taste Their flavors : there bananas flung to waste Their golden flagons with thick honey filled ; From splintered cups the ripe pomegranates spilled A shower of rubies ...
27. oldal
... fair dancer- happy bell , that sings For joy , its golden tinkle keeping time To the heart's beating and the cymbal's chime ! There dates of agate and of jasper lay , Dropped from the bounty of the pregnant palm , And all ambrosial ...
... fair dancer- happy bell , that sings For joy , its golden tinkle keeping time To the heart's beating and the cymbal's chime ! There dates of agate and of jasper lay , Dropped from the bounty of the pregnant palm , And all ambrosial ...
29. oldal
Bayard Taylor. Then sang a guest : " The rose's cheeks are fair ; It crowns the purple bowl , and no one knows If the rose colors it , or it the rose . " And sang another : " Crimson is its hue , And on its breast the morning's crystal ...
Bayard Taylor. Then sang a guest : " The rose's cheeks are fair ; It crowns the purple bowl , and no one knows If the rose colors it , or it the rose . " And sang another : " Crimson is its hue , And on its breast the morning's crystal ...
31. oldal
... fair As the last star that leaves the morning air , Came down the leafy paths . Her veil revealed The beauty of her face , which , half concealed Behind its thin blue folds , showed like the moon Behind a cloud that will forsake it soon ...
... fair As the last star that leaves the morning air , Came down the leafy paths . Her veil revealed The beauty of her face , which , half concealed Behind its thin blue folds , showed like the moon Behind a cloud that will forsake it soon ...
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alchemy Allah Allah's ancient Arab balm BAYARD TAYLOR beams beauty beneath blessing bliss blood bloom blossoms bosom breast breath brow calm Camadeva Caucasus cloud cold cried Damascus dark Death deep desert dreams Earth El-Azrek fade fair feel feet fill fire flame flood flower forehead gate give glory glow God's golden Gulistan Hafiz hand hear heart Heaven hills Indolence Jerusalem kiss land leaves Life's lift light lips lives looks lute lyre manly mighty minaret moon morning mountains myrrh nectar o'er odors Osirian Pale flower palm passion Persian Poet prayer pride Prophet pulse rapture repose rose sands sang shade shadow Shekh shine Shiraz wine silent silver sing skies sleep snow Song sorrow soul splendor stars strain stream summer sweet sweeter tamarind Tarshish thee thine eyes thou art thou dost throne Tmolus tree Unto veil vino d'oro wandering warm waves wind wine wing wisdom
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87. oldal - And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
86. oldal - FROM the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire ; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
100. oldal - Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the forests, Seats of the Gods in the limitless ether, Looming sublimely aloft and afar. Above them, like folds of imperial ermine, Sparkle the snow-fields that furrow thy forehead, — Desolate realms, inaccessible, silent, Chasms and caverns where Day is a stranger, Garners where...
142. oldal - Though silent and forgotten, yet Nature still laments The pomp and power departed, the lost magnificence : The hills were proud to see thee, and they are sadder now ; The sea was proud to bear thee, and wears a troubled brow, And evermore the surges chant forth their vain desire : " Where are the ships of Tarshish, the mighty ships of Tyre ?
24. oldal - But to Truth's house there is a single door, Which is Experience. He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
100. oldal - From cloud and from cold into summer eternal, Gather the threads of the ice-gendered fountains,— Gather to riotous torrents of crystal, And, giving each shelvy recess where they dally The blooms of the North and its evergreen turfage, Leap to the land of the lion and lotus ! There, in the wondering airs of the Tropics Shivers the Aspen, still dreaming of cold : There stretches the Oak, from the loftiest ledges, His arms to the far-away lands of his brothers, And the Pine-tree looks down on his...
132. oldal - d build for thee ; With a shaft of silver, burnished bright, And leaves of beryl and malachite; With spikes of golden bloom ablaze, And fruits of topaz and chrysoprase; And there the poets, in thy praise, Should night and morning frame new lays, — New measures, sung to tunes divine; But none, O palm, should equal mine ! BAYARD TAYLOR.
19. oldal - Poet came to the Land of the East, When Spring was in the air : The Earth was dressed for a wedding feast, So young she seemed, and fair ; And the Poet knew the Land of the East, — His soul was native there. All things to him were the visible forms Of early and precious dreams, — Familiar visions that mocked his quest Beside the Western streams, Or gleamed in the gold of the clouds, unrolled In the sunset's dying beams.
139. oldal - Within her cunning harbor, choked with invading sand, No galleys bring their freightage, the spoils of every land, And like a prostrate forest, when autumn gales have blown, Her colonnades of granite lie shattered and o'erthrown ; And from the reef the pharos no longer flings its fire, To beacon home from Tarshish the lordly ships of Tyre. Where is thy rod of empire, once mighty on the waves, — Thou that thyself exalted, till Kings became thy slaves...
199. oldal - In the summers that are past, And the willow trails its branches lower Than when I saw them last. They strive to shut the sunshine wholly From out the haunted room ; To fill the house, that once was joyful, With silence and with gloom. And many kind, remembered faces Within the doorway come — Voices, that wake the sweeter music Of one that now is dumb. They sing, in tones as glad as ever, The songs she loved to hear ; They braid the rose in summer garlands, Whose flowers to her were dear.