Poems, 第 1 巻Ticknor and Fields, 1854 |
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age to age art thou beauty beneath bless bliss blue blue heaven breast BRITTANY calm Caucasus dark dead dear death deep divine doom doth dread dream Dryad earth earthly eternal evermore face faith fear feel flowers freedom gentle glad gleams golden green grew hand happy hath hear heard heaven hold in fee holy hope JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL KING ADMETUS leap light lonely look love's lyre man's son inherit Margaret meek mighty mighty heart moon Mordred murmured nature neath never night o'er peace pine poet's poets poor poor man's son Prometheus Rhocus Rhœcus Rosaline round scorn seemed serene shadow silence sing smile song sorrow soul spirit starry stars sunshine sweet thee thine eyes things thou art thought thy heart toil trembled true truth tyrants unto voice wandered wave weary wigwam wind wings words
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117 ページ - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
99 ページ - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content,...
220 ページ - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
113 ページ - Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth. Within the hearts of all men lie These promises of wider bliss, Which blossom into hopes that cannot die, In sunny hours like this. All that hath been majestical In life or death, since time began, Is native in the simple heart of all, The angel heart of man. And thus, among the untaught poor, Great deeds and feelings find a home, That cast in shadow all the golden lore Of classic Greece and Rome.
121 ページ - Rhoecus had a faithful heart enough, But one that in the present dwelt too much, And, taking with blithe welcome whatsoe'er Chance gave of joy, was wholly bound in that, Like the contented peasant of a vale, Deemed it the world, and never looked beyond. So, haply meeting in the afternoon Some comrades who were playing at the dice, He joined them, and forgot all else beside.
240 ページ - THEY pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro, Hugging their bodies round them, like thin shrouds Wherein their souls were buried long ago : They trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, They cast their hope of human-kind away, With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove, And conquered, — and their spirits turned to clay: Lo ! how they wander round the world, their grave, Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed, Gibbering at living men, and idly rave,...
219 ページ - That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
114 ページ - All thoughts that mould the age begin Deep down within the primitive soul, And from the many slowly upward win To one who grasps the whole...
118 ページ - ... ignorance, Found in it even a moment's fitful rest. There is an instinct in the human heart Which makes that all the fables it hath coined, To justify the reign of its belief And strengthen it by beauty's right divine, Veil in their inner cells a mystic gift, Which, like the hazel twig, in faithful hands, Points surely to the hidden springs of truth.
119 ページ - Rhoecus, wandering in the wood, Saw an old oak just trembling to its fall, And, feeling pity of so fair a tree, He propped its gray trunk with admiring care, And with a thoughtless footstep loitered on. But, as he turned, he heard a voice behind That murmured "Rhoecus!" 'Twas as if the leaves, Stirred by a passing breath, had murmured it, And while he paused bewildered, yet again It murmured "Rhoecus!