Poems, 第 2 巻Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... 337 339 · 343 347 BY THE FIRESIDE . RESIGNATION 353 THE BUILDERS 357 SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS 360 • BIRDS OF PASSAGE 364 THE OPEN WINDOW 367 KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA . PEGASUS IN CONTENTS . V.
... 337 339 · 343 347 BY THE FIRESIDE . RESIGNATION 353 THE BUILDERS 357 SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS 360 • BIRDS OF PASSAGE 364 THE OPEN WINDOW 367 KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA . PEGASUS IN CONTENTS . V.
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... birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides ...
... birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides ...
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... name thou hast taken ! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket , I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets , as once by the mai . gin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only 66 TO THE DRIVING CLOUD.
... name thou hast taken ! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket , I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets , as once by the mai . gin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only 66 TO THE DRIVING CLOUD.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only their footprints . What , in a few short years , will remain of thy race but the footprints ? How canst thou walk in these streets , who hast trod the green ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only their footprints . What , in a few short years , will remain of thy race but the footprints ? How canst thou walk in these streets , who hast trod the green ...
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... . And he gave the monks his treasures , Gave them all with this behest : They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest ; Saying , " From these wandering minstrels I have learned 88 WALTER VON DER VOGELWeide.
... . And he gave the monks his treasures , Gave them all with this behest : They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest ; Saying , " From these wandering minstrels I have learned 88 WALTER VON DER VOGELWeide.
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331 ページ - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
354 ページ - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
23 ページ - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
78 ページ - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the...
316 ページ - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
283 ページ - TN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
100 ページ - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead ; And when I ask. with throbs of pain, •' Ah ! when shall they all meet again ?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever !
131 ページ - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
97 ページ - Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands '• From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — "Forever — never ! Never — forever...
139 ページ - THE book is completed, And closed, like the day ; And the hand that has written It Lays it away. Dim grow its fancies ; Forgotten they lie ; Like coals in the ashes, They darken and die. Song sinks into silence, The story is told, The windows are darkened, The hearth-stone is cold. Darker and darker The black shadows fall ; Sleep and oblivion Reign over alL EVANGELINE. A TALE OF ACADIE. THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks...