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iii. oldal
... FLOWERS 69 THE LIGHT OF STARS • 70 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 72 FLOWERS . 73 THE BELEAGUERED CITY 76 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 78 EARLIER POEMS : AN APRIL DAY AUTUMN WOODS IN WINTER . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM SUNRISE ON ...
... FLOWERS 69 THE LIGHT OF STARS • 70 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 72 FLOWERS . 73 THE BELEAGUERED CITY 76 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 78 EARLIER POEMS : AN APRIL DAY AUTUMN WOODS IN WINTER . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM SUNRISE ON ...
24. oldal
... flowers ; There stood the tankard of ale , and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy ; And at the head of the board the great arm - chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the long ...
... flowers ; There stood the tankard of ale , and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy ; And at the head of the board the great arm - chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the long ...
38. oldal
... flower and the grape- vine Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob , On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending , descending , Were the swift humming - birds , that flitted from blossom to blossom . Such was the ...
... flower and the grape- vine Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob , On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending , descending , Were the swift humming - birds , that flitted from blossom to blossom . Such was the ...
39. oldal
... flowers , and the bluest of heavens Bending above , and resting its dome on the walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they rose and continued EVANGELINE 39.
... flowers , and the bluest of heavens Bending above , and resting its dome on the walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they rose and continued EVANGELINE 39.
41. oldal
... flowers of the garden , Stationed the dove - cots were , as love's perpetual symbol , Scenes of endless wooing , and endless contentions of rivals . Silence reigned o'er the place . The line of shadow and sun- shine Ran near the tops of ...
... flowers of the garden , Stationed the dove - cots were , as love's perpetual symbol , Scenes of endless wooing , and endless contentions of rivals . Silence reigned o'er the place . The line of shadow and sun- shine Ran near the tops of ...
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angels answer arms bear beautiful beneath birds breath bright called close clouds comes dark dead death deep dream earth Enter eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire flowers follow forest Friar give gleam golden grave hand hast head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy hour King land Laughing leaves light living look maiden morning never night NOTE o'er once pass play Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry rest rise river rose round sail sang seemed shadow shining side silent singing sleep soft song soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood strong sweet Take thee things thou thought Till unto Vict village voice wait walls wandered waves wild wind young youth
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209. 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.
68. 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, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
169. oldal - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
145. oldal - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
235. oldal - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
147. oldal - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
3. 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.
255. oldal - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
287. oldal - THE BUILDERS. 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.
777. oldal - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.