Descriptive and reflective verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with ...
... feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with ...
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... of fame , Though link'd among a fetter'd race , To feel at least a patriot's shame , Even as I sing , suffuse my face ; 12 18 24 30 For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks 76 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... of fame , Though link'd among a fetter'd race , To feel at least a patriot's shame , Even as I sing , suffuse my face ; 12 18 24 30 For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks 76 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... feel the churned sea round me boil beneath their scourging tails ! Then deep in tangle - woods to fight the fierce sea unicorn , And send him foiled and bellowing back , for all his ivory horn ; To leave the subtle sworder - fish of ...
... feel the churned sea round me boil beneath their scourging tails ! Then deep in tangle - woods to fight the fierce sea unicorn , And send him foiled and bellowing back , for all his ivory horn ; To leave the subtle sworder - fish of ...
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... Like a river down the gutter roars The rain , the welcome rain ! The sick man from his chamber looks At the twisted brooks ; IO He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool 96 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry Rain in Summer.
... Like a river down the gutter roars The rain , the welcome rain ! The sick man from his chamber looks At the twisted brooks ; IO He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool 96 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry Rain in Summer.
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Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . From the neighboring school Come the boys , With more than their wonted noise ...
Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. He can feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . From the neighboring school Come the boys , With more than their wonted noise ...
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10 ページ - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
13 ページ - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
10 ページ - Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides : — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
280 ページ - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
161 ページ - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
16 ページ - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit. Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
48 ページ - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
51 ページ - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full...
11 ページ - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
75 ページ - THE isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — • Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set...