Under the Willows, and Other PoemsFields, Osgood, 1869 - 286 Seiten |
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... wave's receding shocks , Nor doubts , for all the darkness and the mist , That the pale shepherdess will keep her tryst , And shoreward lead again her foam - fleeced flocks . For the same wave that rims the Carib shore With SEA - WEED . 41.
... wave's receding shocks , Nor doubts , for all the darkness and the mist , That the pale shepherdess will keep her tryst , And shoreward lead again her foam - fleeced flocks . For the same wave that rims the Carib shore With SEA - WEED . 41.
Seite 45
... dark , And mornward now the starry hands move on ; " Mornward ! " the angelic watchers say , " Passed is the sorest trial ; No plot of man can stay The hand upon the dial ; Night is the dark stem of the lily Day . " If we , who watched ...
... dark , And mornward now the starry hands move on ; " Mornward ! " the angelic watchers say , " Passed is the sorest trial ; No plot of man can stay The hand upon the dial ; Night is the dark stem of the lily Day . " If we , who watched ...
Seite 47
... Our nibs upon the edge , and die . Muse not which way the pen to hold , Luck hates the slow and loves the bold , Soon come the darkness and the cold . - Greatly begin ! though thou have time But for a FOR AN AUTOGRAPH . 47.
... Our nibs upon the edge , and die . Muse not which way the pen to hold , Luck hates the slow and loves the bold , Soon come the darkness and the cold . - Greatly begin ! though thou have time But for a FOR AN AUTOGRAPH . 47.
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... dark corner shall be leant . The robin sings , as of old , from the limb ! The cat - bird croons in the lilac - bush ; Through the dim arbor , himself more dim , Silently hops the hermit - thrush , The withered leaves keep dumb for him ...
... dark corner shall be leant . The robin sings , as of old , from the limb ! The cat - bird croons in the lilac - bush ; Through the dim arbor , himself more dim , Silently hops the hermit - thrush , The withered leaves keep dumb for him ...
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... dark again , And died , we know not how or when . The shadows deepened , and I turned Half sadly from the fresco grand ; " And is this , " mused I , " all ye earned , High - vaulted brain and cunning hand , That ye to greater men could ...
... dark again , And died , we know not how or when . The shadows deepened , and I turned Half sadly from the fresco grand ; " And is this , " mused I , " all ye earned , High - vaulted brain and cunning hand , That ye to greater men could ...
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Agamenticus aglets Appledore Atropos Auf wiedersehen beautiful beneath bird blood blue bobolink brain brave breath brow canst CASUISTRY Clotho cloud Dara Dara's dark dead dear deep divine doth dream earth eyes faith fancy Fate feel feet fire flashes Fortunate Isles FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH gleam glow God's gold golden hair hand hast hath headsman waits forever hear heart heaven hermit thrush hope JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jotun June king Lachesis life's light lives look mood morn Muse neath never nevermore night o'er once past pearl poet praise pulses roar robin's nest round Roundhead sang seemed shade shadow shape shore silent headsman waits Singing Leaves Skald snow song soul spin stars sunshine sweet tears thee things thou thought thrill Throb toast tree turn VINLAND warm waves whirl Whispering willow wind wings wise wood woodland enchanted youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 256 - I sweep them for a paean, but they wane Again and yet again Into a dirge, and die away, in pain. In these brave ranks I only see the gaps, Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the triumph which they died to gain: Fitlier may others greet the living, For me the past is unforgiving; I with uncovered head Salute the sacred dead, Who went, and who return not.
Seite 23 - And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,
Seite 22 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Seite 252 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
Seite 246 - ... toil, With the cast mantle she hath left behind her. Many in sad faith sought for her, Many with crossed hands sighed for her; But these, our brothers, fought for her, At life's dear peril wrought for her, So loved her that they died for her...
Seite 254 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 24 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Seite 251 - But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her. To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds. Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
Seite 245 - Mother welcomes back Her wisest Scholars, those who understood The deeper teaching of her mystic tome, And offered their fresh lives to make it good: No lore of Greece or Rome, No science peddling with the names of things, Or reading stars to find...
Seite 250 - Bursts up in flame ; the war of tongue and pen Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught, And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillared state with shock of men : Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed...