The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsH.G. Clarke, 1848 - 159 Seiten |
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... light of noon , and breathe A low and ceaseless sigh ; This memory brightens o'er the past As when the sun , concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs Shines on a distant field . THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD . THIS is the Arsenal ...
... light of noon , and breathe A low and ceaseless sigh ; This memory brightens o'er the past As when the sun , concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs Shines on a distant field . THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD . THIS is the Arsenal ...
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... light of whose gladness No shadows of sadness From the sombre background of memory start . Once , ah , once , within these walls , One whom memory oft recalls , The Father of his country , dwelt . And yonder meadows broad and damp The ...
... light of whose gladness No shadows of sadness From the sombre background of memory start . Once , ah , once , within these walls , One whom memory oft recalls , The Father of his country , dwelt . And yonder meadows broad and damp The ...
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... illuminate with autumnal hues , And shining with the argent light of dews , Shall for a season be our place of rest . Beneath us , like an oriole's pendent nest , From which the laughing birds have taken wing , By 56 POEMS .
... illuminate with autumnal hues , And shining with the argent light of dews , Shall for a season be our place of rest . Beneath us , like an oriole's pendent nest , From which the laughing birds have taken wing , By 56 POEMS .
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... light , And widening outward into night The shadowy disk of future years ! And yet upon its outer rim , A luminous circle , faint and dim , And scarcely visible to us here , Rounds and completes the perfect sphere ; A prophecy and ...
... light , And widening outward into night The shadowy disk of future years ! And yet upon its outer rim , A luminous circle , faint and dim , And scarcely visible to us here , Rounds and completes the perfect sphere ; A prophecy and ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Of the great world of light , that lies Behind all human destinies . Ah ! if thy fate with anguish fraught , Should be to wet the dusty soil With the hot tears and sweat of toil , -- To struggle with imperious ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Of the great world of light , that lies Behind all human destinies . Ah ! if thy fate with anguish fraught , Should be to wet the dusty soil With the hot tears and sweat of toil , -- To struggle with imperious ...
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Albrecht Dürer ancient timepiece Annie of Tharaw AUTHOR OF HYPERION beautiful beheld BELFRY OF BRUGES bells Beneath birds breathed burgomaster CARILLON CATHEDRAL DOOR chamber Charlemagne chimes choir church of sainted cloud dark death dost dream drifting earth Flanders Fleece of Gold Forever never Forevermore Ghent Gleam golden hand Hans Sachs hear heart heaven hemlock tree HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy JULIUS MOSEN land light loud maiden fair Maximilian meadow brook mighty Minnesingers Minnewater Namur nest Never forever night numbers Nuremberg o'er old Flemish city old Silenus once Pegnitz poem poet poet's quaint old Flemish quaint old town rain restless RESTLESS HEART rhymes rise river roar round sainted Sebald sang sculpture shadows silent Sleep slumbered song sorrow sound stands stars Super-Royal 32mo sweet thee Thou art thought toil tower town of Bruges Twelve Apostles Twelve Wise Masters village VOGELWEIDE voice wandering Wartburg wild window youth
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Seite 82 - 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.
Seite 80 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, ' As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Seite 102 - 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 82 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Seite 42 - How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Seite 133 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
Seite 99 - Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ' With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Seite 31 - 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 101 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — " Forever — never! Never — forever...
Seite 78 - Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador; From the tumbling surf, that buries The Orkneyan skerries, Answering the hoarse Hebrides; And from wrecks of ships, and drifting Spars, uplifting On the desolate, rainy seas; — Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless main; Till in sheltered coves, and reaches Of sandy beaches, All have found repose again.