Poetical WorksHoughton, 1895 - 515 страница |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 85
Страница 2
... night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea ; Oi , in tre loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better than to hear Only the ...
... night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea ; Oi , in tre loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better than to hear Only the ...
Страница 3
... night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . So circled lives she with Love's holy light , That from the shade of self she walketh free ; The garden of her soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a ...
... night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . So circled lives she with Love's holy light , That from the shade of self she walketh free ; The garden of her soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a ...
Страница 4
... night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine - trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is blown , Under thy window I sing alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The darkness is pressing coldly around , The ...
... night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine - trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is blown , Under thy window I sing alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The darkness is pressing coldly around , The ...
Страница 8
... night Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes ; A love that gives and takes , that seeth faults , Not with flaw - seeking eyes like needle points , But loving - kindly ever looks them down With the o'ercoming faith that still forgives ; A ...
... night Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes ; A love that gives and takes , that seeth faults , Not with flaw - seeking eyes like needle points , But loving - kindly ever looks them down With the o'ercoming faith that still forgives ; A ...
Страница 10
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Садржај
343 | |
349 | |
355 | |
361 | |
365 | |
372 | |
379 | |
389 | |
96 | |
104 | |
151 | |
157 | |
166 | |
173 | |
189 | |
197 | |
202 | |
209 | |
295 | |
299 | |
301 | |
307 | |
332 | |
395 | |
404 | |
430 | |
437 | |
445 | |
456 | |
462 | |
465 | |
487 | |
500 | |
509 | |
510 | |
511 | |
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
afore agin ain't aint airth arter bein Ben Jonson Biglow bobolink brain Caleb Cushing dark dear deep divine doth dream earth England eyes faith fancy feel feller folks fust give God's gret hand hath hear heart heaven heerd hope idee Jaalam John ketch kind larn leaves letters light lives long ez look mind Muse nature neath never nigger night nothin o'er ollers once poet poor preterite rhyme round Sawin sech seems silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song soul spiles spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree true truth turn twixt verse warn't Wilbur wind word wun't wuth Yankee York Public Library
Популарни одломци
Страница 107 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Страница 107 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Страница 108 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green. We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing.
Страница 56 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Страница 83 - DANDELION DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas...
Страница 402 - They knew that outward grace is dust; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, levellined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Страница 111 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side. — Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold! through him I give to thee!
Страница 68 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 67 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Страница 405 - O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee ? What all our lives to save thee ? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare...