Voices of the Night, and Other PoemsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1852 - 228 oldal |
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3. oldal
... holy land of song . Therefore , at Pentecost , which brings The Spring , clothed like a bride , When nestling buds unfold their wings , And bishop's - caps have golden rings , Musing upon many things , The I sought the woodlands wide ...
... holy land of song . Therefore , at Pentecost , which brings The Spring , clothed like a bride , When nestling buds unfold their wings , And bishop's - caps have golden rings , Musing upon many things , The I sought the woodlands wide ...
4. oldal
... living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . 66 PRELUDE . 5 Learn , that henceforth thy song 4 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
... living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . 66 PRELUDE . 5 Learn , that henceforth thy song 4 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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... holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The ...
... holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The ...
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... holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like phantoms grim and tall , Shadows from the fitful fire - light Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the ...
... holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like phantoms grim and tall , Shadows from the fitful fire - light Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the ...
70. oldal
... holy word . They drank to the Saints and Martyrs Of the dismal days of yore , And as soon as the horn was empty They remembered one Saint more . KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN . And the reader droned KING WITLAF'S DRINKING-HORN.
... holy word . They drank to the Saints and Martyrs Of the dismal days of yore , And as soon as the horn was empty They remembered one Saint more . KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN . And the reader droned KING WITLAF'S DRINKING-HORN.
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Voices of the Night, and Other Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,Esaias Tegner Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Albrecht Dürer amid ancient banner beat beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath BENHAM birds BIRKET FOSTER blast breath bright Bruges burning CARILLON celestial child chimes Christ clouds dark dead Death deep dream dreary earth Excelsior eyes Flemish flowers forest Forever-never Ghent gleam goblet golden gray Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heart of iron heaven holy JANE E land Life's light loud lyre maiden midnight Mingled Minnesingers mistletoe moon Never-forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er ocean poem poet's prayer QUADROON quaint old rain rhyme rise river roar round sail Saint sand Sang seemed shadows ship silent silver silver bells singing skies sleep slumbered snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood strong sweet tears TELLY thee thou thought tide toil tower trees Twelve Apostles unto village voice Wassail wave wild wind window woods youth
Népszerű szakaszok
157. oldal - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
59. oldal - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
42. oldal - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
118. oldal - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
119. 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.
159. oldal - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
113. oldal - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
179. oldal - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
104. oldal - Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse...
111. 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.