Voices of the NightJ. Owen, 1840 - 144 ページ |
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amid arms Awake battle bearded grain Behold Beware bird blue brave breast breath bright brooklet calm Castile castle cisterns clouds comes softly dark dark wave dead Death didst doth dreams dwell earth eternal fame fears fields of light flowerets flowers fooling thee forest gentle GERMAN glide glorious glory golden grave green hand hast heard heart heaven hoary holy holy Night JOHN OWEN Jorge Manrique King leave no trace leaves Life's lips LOPE DE VEGA Manrique mist mournful murmur Night nought numbers o'er onward Pentecost poem prayer PSALM PURGATORIO Reaper red planet Mars Saxon shadows sighs Silent Land silver slumbers smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound SPANISH spirit star stern Swabian sweet Take thy banner tears thine Thither thou art thou dost thou soundest toil trees Uclés vale voice wave weary winds wings woodland woods youth
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9 ページ - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
8 ページ - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
46 ページ - Take thy banner ! — and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee.
7 ページ - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
20 ページ - Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours ; Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth,— these golden flowers.
19 ページ - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
15 ページ - O fear not in a world like this, And thou shall know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
52 ページ - The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, — The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, — Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, In many a lazy syllable, repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind.
9 ページ - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
18 ページ - Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.