Poems, 第 2 巻Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... head to hear . " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aaron , Christ is born to set us free ! " And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement 36 POEMS .
... head to hear . " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aaron , Christ is born to set us free ! " And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement 36 POEMS .
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... is the rain ! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand ; Lifting the yoke - encumbered head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And RAIN IN SUMMER . 41.
... is the rain ! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand ; Lifting the yoke - encumbered head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And RAIN IN SUMMER . 41.
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... wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Folows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , - Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers RAIN IN SUMMER . 43.
... wholly sung nor said . For his thought , that never stops , Folows the water - drops Down to the graves of the dead , - Down through chasms and gulfs profound , To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers RAIN IN SUMMER . 43.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them , when the rain is done , On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven , Opposite the setting sun . Thus the Seer ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. To the dreary fountain - head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them , when the rain is done , On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven , Opposite the setting sun . Thus the Seer ...
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... Weary both in heart and head . But what are these grave thoughts to thee ? Out , out ! into the open air ! Thy only dream is liberty , Thou carest little how or where . I see thee eager at thy play , Now shouting TO A CHILD . 49.
... Weary both in heart and head . But what are these grave thoughts to thee ? Out , out ! into the open air ! Thy only dream is liberty , Thou carest little how or where . I see thee eager at thy play , Now shouting TO A CHILD . 49.
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