The Poems of Bayard TaylorTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 419 oldal |
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15. oldal
... flame And purified from touch of blame : Yet wholly human was the face , And over them who saw it came The knowledge of their own disgrace . III . It stood , regardless of the crowd , And simply showed what men might be : Its solemn ...
... flame And purified from touch of blame : Yet wholly human was the face , And over them who saw it came The knowledge of their own disgrace . III . It stood , regardless of the crowd , And simply showed what men might be : Its solemn ...
26. oldal
... flame the hills of the sky ; Struck by his breath , the forest whitens ; Fluttering waters feel him nigh ! Stroke on stroke of his thunder - hammer - Sheets of flame from his anvil hurled Heaven's doors are burst in the clamor : He ...
... flame the hills of the sky ; Struck by his breath , the forest whitens ; Fluttering waters feel him nigh ! Stroke on stroke of his thunder - hammer - Sheets of flame from his anvil hurled Heaven's doors are burst in the clamor : He ...
43. oldal
... flame , How like the morning stars ye sang ! - Love bound ye with his holiest link , The faith in each that asks no more , And led ye from the sacred brink Of mysteries he held in store . Love led ye , children , from the bowers Where ...
... flame , How like the morning stars ye sang ! - Love bound ye with his holiest link , The faith in each that asks no more , And led ye from the sacred brink Of mysteries he held in store . Love led ye , children , from the bowers Where ...
52. oldal
... Therewith he read : the fingers of the rain In light staccatos on the window played , Mixed with the flame's contented hum , and made Low harmonies to suit the varied strain . 53 H THE RETURN OF SPRING . AVE I passed 52 THE POET'S JOURNAL .
... Therewith he read : the fingers of the rain In light staccatos on the window played , Mixed with the flame's contented hum , and made Low harmonies to suit the varied strain . 53 H THE RETURN OF SPRING . AVE I passed 52 THE POET'S JOURNAL .
58. oldal
... flame his ardor rose , And brought , like flame , a stormy rain : In tumult , sweeter than repose , He tossed the souls of joy and pain . III . So many years of absence change ! I knew him not when he returned : His step was slow , his ...
... flame his ardor rose , And brought , like flame , a stormy rain : In tumult , sweeter than repose , He tossed the souls of joy and pain . III . So many years of absence change ! I knew him not when he returned : His step was slow , his ...
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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.