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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27. oldal
... Watch and Wait . " Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer - morn , With the newly planted orchards dropping their fruits first - born , And the homesteads like green islands amid a sea of corn . Broad meadows reached out ...
... Watch and Wait . " Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer - morn , With the newly planted orchards dropping their fruits first - born , And the homesteads like green islands amid a sea of corn . Broad meadows reached out ...
38. oldal
... watch the flowing tide , the passing sails ; Or to implore the air and sea and sky For that eternal passion in their power Which souls like mine who ponder on their fate May feel , and be as they , gods to themselves . - Thither I went ...
... watch the flowing tide , the passing sails ; Or to implore the air and sea and sky For that eternal passion in their power Which souls like mine who ponder on their fate May feel , and be as they , gods to themselves . - Thither I went ...
42. oldal
... Watch and ward the mountains keep . Who that Titan cromlech fills ? Forest - kaiser , lord o ' the hills ? Knight who on the birchen tree Carved his savage heraldry ? Priest o ' the pine - wood temples dim , Prophet , sage , or wizard ...
... Watch and ward the mountains keep . Who that Titan cromlech fills ? Forest - kaiser , lord o ' the hills ? Knight who on the birchen tree Carved his savage heraldry ? Priest o ' the pine - wood temples dim , Prophet , sage , or wizard ...
45. oldal
... watch of hills around Christian grave and heathen mound , And to cairn and kirkyard send Summer's flowery dividend . Keep , O pleasant Melvin stream , Thy sweet laugh in shade and gleam ! On the Indian's grassy tomb Swing , O flowers ...
... watch of hills around Christian grave and heathen mound , And to cairn and kirkyard send Summer's flowery dividend . Keep , O pleasant Melvin stream , Thy sweet laugh in shade and gleam ! On the Indian's grassy tomb Swing , O flowers ...
59. oldal
... watches with eager ears , Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door , The sound of arms , and the tramp of feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers , Marching down to their boats on the shore ...
... watches with eager ears , Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door , The sound of arms , and the tramp of feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers , Marching down to their boats on the shore ...
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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.