The Poems of Bayard TaylorTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 419 oldal |
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22. oldal
... deep , And the grass be as green above ! But the ghosts of the dead arise : They come when the board is spread : They poison the wine of the banquet cups With the mould their lips have shed . The pulse of the bacchant blood May throb in ...
... deep , And the grass be as green above ! But the ghosts of the dead arise : They come when the board is spread : They poison the wine of the banquet cups With the mould their lips have shed . The pulse of the bacchant blood May throb in ...
53. oldal
... Deep in the meadows seen , Or is it the peacock's neck , that towers Out of the spangled green ? Is a white dove glancing across the blue , Or an opal taking wing ? For my soul is dazzled through and through , With the splendor of the ...
... Deep in the meadows seen , Or is it the peacock's neck , that towers Out of the spangled green ? Is a white dove glancing across the blue , Or an opal taking wing ? For my soul is dazzled through and through , With the splendor of the ...
69. oldal
... the splendid gold ! Send down your roots the mystic charm That warms and flushes all your flowers , And with the summer's touch disarm The thraldom of the under powers , • Until , in caverns , buried deep , Strange THIRD EVENING . 69.
... the splendid gold ! Send down your roots the mystic charm That warms and flushes all your flowers , And with the summer's touch disarm The thraldom of the under powers , • Until , in caverns , buried deep , Strange THIRD EVENING . 69.
70. oldal
Bayard Taylor. • Until , in caverns , buried deep , Strange fragrance reach the diamond's home , And murmurs of the garden sweep The houses of the frighted gnome ! For , piercing through their black repose , And shooting up beyond the ...
Bayard Taylor. • Until , in caverns , buried deep , Strange fragrance reach the diamond's home , And murmurs of the garden sweep The houses of the frighted gnome ! For , piercing through their black repose , And shooting up beyond the ...
90. oldal
... deep in balm , Was all about him blown , And a brother to him was the princely Palm , For he cannot live alone . His feet went forth on the myrtled hills , And the flowers their welcome shed ; The meads of milk - white asphodel They ...
... deep in balm , Was all about him blown , And a brother to him was the princely Palm , For he cannot live alone . His feet went forth on the myrtled hills , And the flowers their welcome shed ; The meads of milk - white asphodel They ...
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The Poems of Bayard Taylor Bayard Taylor,Albert Henry 1863-1907 [From Ol Smyth Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
The Poems of Bayard Taylor Bayard Taylor,Albert Henry 1863-1907 [From Ol Smyth Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2014 |
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134. oldal - And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
246. oldal - Voice after voice caught up the song, Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem rich and strong — Their battle-eve confession. Dear girl! Her name he dared not speak; But as the song grew louder, Something upon the Soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers, While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers.
407. oldal - General," still persisting, the weeping veteran cried, "I'm young enough to follow, so long as you're my guide; And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I, So give the young ones place to fight, but me a place to die!
321. oldal - They grappled with desperate madness, On the slippery edge of the wall ; They swayed on the brink, and together Reeled out to the rush of the fall. A cry of the wildest death-anguish Rang faint through the mist afar, And the riderless mule went homeward From the fight of the Paso del Mar.
265. oldal - I used to blush when he came near, but then I showed no sign ; With all the meeting looking on, I held his hand in mine. It seemed my bashfulness was gone, now I was his for life : Thee knows the feeling, Hannah, — thee, too, hast been a wife.
406. oldal - An old and crippled veteran to the War Department came; He sought the Chief who led him on many a field of fame; The Chief who shouted "Forward!" where'er his banner rose, And bore its stars in triumph behind the flying foes. "Have you forgotten, General," the battered soldier cried, "The days of Eighteen Hundred Twelve, when I was at your side?
246. oldal - Dear girl, her name he dared not speak, But, as the song grew louder, Something upon the soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers, While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers. And once again a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters, With scream of shot, and burst of shell, And bellowing of the mortars! And Irish Nora's eyes are dim For a singer, dumb and gory; And English Mary mourns for him Who sang of "Annie...
130. oldal - Crimson with shame the questioners withdrew, And they declared : " The Prophet's words were true ; The mouth of Ali is the golden door Of Wisdom." When his friends to Ali bore These words, he smiled and said : " And should they ask The same until my dying day, the task Were easy ; for the stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
83. oldal - The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
262. oldal - Come, sit thee down ! Here is the bench where Benjamin would sit On First-day afternoons in spring, and watch the swallows flit: He loved to smell the sprouting box, and hear the pleasant bees Go humming round the lilacs and through the appletrees.