Poems, 2. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine darted through , Spread a vapor soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . And ...
... prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine darted through , Spread a vapor soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . And ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer i Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the thrice - prayed for , the most fair , The best - beloved Night !. A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer i Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the thrice - prayed for , the most fair , The best - beloved Night !. A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART ...
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... downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . FLOWERS . O , though oft depressed and lonely , 14 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
... downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . FLOWERS . O , though oft depressed and lonely , 14 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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... prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . VOL . I. 2 17 I have read , in the marvellous ...
... prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . VOL . I. 2 17 I have read , in the marvellous ...
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... prayers ! - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes the ...
... prayers ! - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes the ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
95. oldal - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
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.
314. oldal - ... ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
267. oldal - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
328. oldal - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place.
326. oldal - 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. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
326. oldal - 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.
144. oldal - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
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, Was not spoken of the soul.
96. oldal - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.