Scribners Monthly, 第 17 巻Scribner & Company, 1879 |
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American Andrew Craigie appeared artist asked beautiful bird Briarley Broxton called cañon caribou church color Commodus Daniel Drew Deukalion door Dora D'Istria dress Easthampton Einar Emerson English eyes face feeling feet fire flowers followed Frances Hodgson Burnett girl give glacier hand Hardanger Haworth head heard heart Helga Henry Wadsworth Longfellow horse hour HUMMING-BIRD invention Janey knew lady lake Lake George Leonardo lichens light living Longfellow look meadow ment mind Miss Ffrench Murdoch nature nest never night Norderud Norsemen once paper patent play poems poet Rightbody Scribe SCRIBNER'S MONTHLY Sebatis seemed seen side snow song stood story tell thing thought tion Tomah trees turned Vasari voice wall woman words write young
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7 ページ - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts; Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts.
474 ページ - A subtle chain of countless rings The next unto the farthest brings, The eye reads omens where it goes, And speaks all languages the rose; And, striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form.
479 ページ - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
473 ページ - Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home.
7 ページ - Once, ah, once, within these walls, One whom memory oft recalls, The Father of his Country, dwelt. And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt. Up and down these echoing stairs, Heavy with the weight of cares, Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes, within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.
7 ページ - Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well; and doing well whatever you do, — without a thought of fame.
467 ページ - They made the woodlands glad or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our childhood knew; Its soft leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew.
7 ページ - I only hear above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own. There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen. And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!
466 ページ - For me, in showers, in sweeping showers, the Spring Visits the valley ; — break away the clouds, — I bathe in the morn's soft and silvered air, And loiter willing by yon loitering stream. Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird, Blue-coated, — flying before from tree to tree, Courageous sing a delicate overture To lead the tardy concert of the year.
7 ページ - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.