The Vision of Sir LaunfalTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 33 oldal |
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10. oldal
... comes and shrives us , We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the Devil's booth are all things sold , Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold ; and bells our lives we pay , For a cap Bubbles we earn with a whole soul's tasking ...
... comes and shrives us , We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the Devil's booth are all things sold , Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold ; and bells our lives we pay , For a cap Bubbles we earn with a whole soul's tasking ...
11. oldal
... come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune , And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look , or whether we listen , We hear life murmur , or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might , An instinct ...
... come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune , And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look , or whether we listen , We hear life murmur , or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might , An instinct ...
12. oldal
... Comes flooding back , with a ripply cheer , every bare inlet and creek and bay ; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it , We are happy now because God so wills it : No matter how barren the past may have been , ' T is enough ...
... Comes flooding back , with a ripply cheer , every bare inlet and creek and bay ; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it , We are happy now because God so wills it : No matter how barren the past may have been , ' T is enough ...
13. oldal
... comes , grief goes , we know not how ; Every thing is happy now , Every thing is upward striving ; ' T is as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue , " T is the natural way of living : Who knows ...
... comes , grief goes , we know not how ; Every thing is happy now , Every thing is upward striving ; ' T is as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue , " T is the natural way of living : Who knows ...
15. oldal
... , And perchance there may come a vision true Ere day create the world anew . " Slowly Sir Launfal's eyes grew dim , Slumber fell like a cloud on him , And into his soul the vision flew . II . The crows flapped over by twos and threes.
... , And perchance there may come a vision true Ere day create the world anew . " Slowly Sir Launfal's eyes grew dim , Slumber fell like a cloud on him , And into his soul the vision flew . II . The crows flapped over by twos and threes.
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alms arch armor Arthur's beams Behold Bending bleak blossom bold boughs bread breeze camels castle cheek Christmas Climbs climes cold crawl crouched crow crust crystal dark deep door Doth drop dumb dust eager earldom earth eyes faint fell flap flush Gate gilded mail gives gold grass gray green guess hall happy hath heart heaven hills Holy Grail idle JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leaves leper light lightsome little bird morning murmur mused nearer neath never a leaf night North Countree ounce outstretched palms poem poor PRELUDE rattled roof round sate scorn seek shed shelterless Shining shouted siege sight silence sings Sir Galahad Sir Launfal skies slender snow Sometimes song soul sprouted stars startled stood strives summer sunshine Supper swift tall thee thing Thou also hast thread Thrilling tree unscarred VISION OF Sir wall wanderer warm wind wine
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11. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
24. oldal - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
18. 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 - The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year; And the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees; The castle alone in the landscape lay Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray...
31. oldal - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate,— Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
13. oldal - The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,— And hark!
19. oldal - Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door ; That is no true alms which the hand can hold ; He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty...
5. oldal - ... object of pilgrimage and adoration, for many years in the keeping of his lineal descendants. It was incumbent upon those who had charge of it to be chaste in thought, word, and deed; but one of the keepers having broken this condition, the Holy Grail disappeared. From that time it was a favorite enterprise of the knights of Arthur's court to go in search of it.
13. oldal - Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,— Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
25. oldal - T was as if every image that mirrored lay In his depths serene through the summer day, Each fleeting shadow of earth and sky, Lest the happy model should be lost, Had been mimicked in fairy masonry By the elfin builders of the frost.