Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, 26. kötet |
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1. oldal
... stars that near at midnight shone Gone heavenward one by one , And half of earth , and half of air , Thou risest vast , and gray , and bare , And crowned with glory . Far southwest Monadnock sinks to see , For all its trees and towering ...
... stars that near at midnight shone Gone heavenward one by one , And half of earth , and half of air , Thou risest vast , and gray , and bare , And crowned with glory . Far southwest Monadnock sinks to see , For all its trees and towering ...
3. oldal
... stars that near at midnight shone Gone heavenward one by one , And half of earth , and half of air , Thou risest vast , and gray , and bare , And crowned with glory . Far southwest Monadnock sinks to see , - For all its trees and ...
... stars that near at midnight shone Gone heavenward one by one , And half of earth , and half of air , Thou risest vast , and gray , and bare , And crowned with glory . Far southwest Monadnock sinks to see , - For all its trees and ...
32. oldal
... star : Just God and I , with naught between . Oh , when some day In vain I pray For days like this to come again , I shall rejoice With heart and voice That one such day has ever been . John White Chadwick . CAPTAIN MORROW'S ...
... star : Just God and I , with naught between . Oh , when some day In vain I pray For days like this to come again , I shall rejoice With heart and voice That one such day has ever been . John White Chadwick . CAPTAIN MORROW'S ...
46. oldal
... star , Glimmering near the gates ajar , What was bird - voice , what was psalm , Stealing through the radiant balm , Out the changeless , God - lit sphere , Sense said not , nor cye nor ear . - - Dash the canvas , white for green ...
... star , Glimmering near the gates ajar , What was bird - voice , what was psalm , Stealing through the radiant balm , Out the changeless , God - lit sphere , Sense said not , nor cye nor ear . - - Dash the canvas , white for green ...
47. oldal
... stars , or bird , or cloud , Nor to winds confess aloud , Conscience troubled , heart and head ; Ice - incrusted , deep snow - spread , Nothing stirs a conscience dead . On the fir - tree's outstretched palms Lie the bounteous angel ...
... stars , or bird , or cloud , Nor to winds confess aloud , Conscience troubled , heart and head ; Ice - incrusted , deep snow - spread , Nothing stirs a conscience dead . On the fir - tree's outstretched palms Lie the bounteous angel ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ancient beauty Bells of Lynn beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright calm Christian river cliffs climb clouds dark dead deep dream earth eyes face fair fall feet flowers forest forever gaze gleam gloom glory glow golden gray green hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Ireson isle John Greenleaf Whittier lake land laugh light lonely look Lucy Larcom meadows mist Monadnock moon morning mountain murmur Narragansett Bay never night Norembega Norridgewock o'er ocean Old North Church Ossipee Paul Revere pines Plum Island prayer river roar rocks rose round sail Sarah Helen Whitman shade shadows shining ship shore sight silent sing skies smile song soul sound stars stood storm stream summer sunset sweet thee thou thoughts tide tower town trees vale village voice Wampanoags watch waters waves wild William Wetmore Story wind woods youth
Népszerű szakaszok
251. 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.
182. oldal - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
56. oldal - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his...
196. oldal - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : " A boy's will is the, wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
17. oldal - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!
56. oldal - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away. Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
58. oldal - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm • To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore!
125. oldal - Then launched they to the blast; Bent like a reed each mast: Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
18. oldal - Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
235. oldal - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.