Descriptive and reflective verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... gleam Will break as a bubble o'er - blown in a dream , — Yon dome of too - tenuous tissues of space and night , Over - weighted with stars , over - freighted with light , Over - sated with beauty and silence , will seem But a bubble ...
... gleam Will break as a bubble o'er - blown in a dream , — Yon dome of too - tenuous tissues of space and night , Over - weighted with stars , over - freighted with light , Over - sated with beauty and silence , will seem But a bubble ...
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... gleam , The light that never was , on sea or land , The consecration , and the Poet's dream ; I would have planted thee , thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile ; On tranquil ...
... gleam , The light that never was , on sea or land , The consecration , and the Poet's dream ; I would have planted thee , thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile ; On tranquil ...
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... Gleam above the sunlight woods , As in silent multitudes On the morning's fitful gale Through the broken mist they sail ; And the vapours cloven and gleaming Follow down the dark steep streaming , Till all is bright and clear and still ...
... Gleam above the sunlight woods , As in silent multitudes On the morning's fitful gale Through the broken mist they sail ; And the vapours cloven and gleaming Follow down the dark steep streaming , Till all is bright and clear and still ...
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... gleaming yet ; And the red and golden vines , Piercing with their trellised lines The rough , dark - skirted wilderness ; The dun and bladed grass no less , Pointing from this hoary tower In the windless air ; the flower Glimmering at ...
... gleaming yet ; And the red and golden vines , Piercing with their trellised lines The rough , dark - skirted wilderness ; The dun and bladed grass no less , Pointing from this hoary tower In the windless air ; the flower Glimmering at ...
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... gleam from yonder vale , Some far blue fell , And sympathies , how frail , In sound and smell ! Till at thy chuckled note , Thou twinkling bird , The fairy fancies range , And , lightly stirr'd , Ring little bells of change From word to ...
... gleam from yonder vale , Some far blue fell , And sympathies , how frail , In sound and smell ! Till at thy chuckled note , Thou twinkling bird , The fairy fancies range , And , lightly stirr'd , Ring little bells of change From word to ...
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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...