Poems, Band 1Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
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... the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armour gleams . And earnest thoughts within me rise , When I behold 12 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . The Light of Stars.
... the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armour gleams . And earnest thoughts within me rise , When I behold 12 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . The Light of Stars.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And earnest thoughts within me rise , When I behold afar , Suspended in the evening skies , The shield of that red star . O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And earnest thoughts within me rise , When I behold afar , Suspended in the evening skies , The shield of that red star . O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy ...
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... rise no more ; Others , by guilt and crime , maintain The scutcheon , that , without a stain , Their fathers bore . Wealth and the high estate of pride , With what untimely speed they glide , How soon depart ! Bid not the shadowy ...
... rise no more ; Others , by guilt and crime , maintain The scutcheon , that , without a stain , Their fathers bore . Wealth and the high estate of pride , With what untimely speed they glide , How soon depart ! Bid not the shadowy ...
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... rise up quickened , each one from his grave , Wearing again the garments of the flesh , So , upon that celestial chariot , A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis , Ministers and messengers of life eternal . 66 They all were saying ...
... rise up quickened , each one from his grave , Wearing again the garments of the flesh , So , upon that celestial chariot , A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis , Ministers and messengers of life eternal . 66 They all were saying ...
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... rise solemnly . " " The winds and the waves of ocean , Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear , from those lofty chambers , The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ? " " The winds and the waves of ocean , They rested quietly , But I heard ...
... rise solemnly . " " The winds and the waves of ocean , Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear , from those lofty chambers , The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ? " " The winds and the waves of ocean , They rested quietly , But I heard ...
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Seite 8 - 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,
Seite 93 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Seite 10 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Seite 270 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
Seite 236 - 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 or forts; The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 12 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, 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.
Seite 130 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Seite 354 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Seite 95 - Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save...
Seite 130 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.