Poems, Volume 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared ...
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... This praise is not exaggerated . The poem is a model in its kind . Its conception is solemn and beautiful ; and , in accordance with it , the style moves on - calm , dignified , and majestic . ] COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . FROM THE SPANISH . O ...
... This praise is not exaggerated . The poem is a model in its kind . Its conception is solemn and beautiful ; and , in accordance with it , the style moves on - calm , dignified , and majestic . ] COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . FROM THE SPANISH . O ...
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... ever - flowing fountains ; For thou my shepherd , guard , and guide shalt be ; I will obey thy voice , and wait to see Thy feet all beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! -thou who for thy flock art 89 THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
... ever - flowing fountains ; For thou my shepherd , guard , and guide shalt be ; I will obey thy voice , and wait to see Thy feet all beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! -thou who for thy flock art 89 THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
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... beautiful is the summer night , which is not night , but a sunless yet unclouded day , descending upon earth with dews , and shad- Titles of Swedish popular tales . ows , and refreshing coolness ! How beauti- ful the 162 PREFACE .
... beautiful is the summer night , which is not night , but a sunless yet unclouded day , descending upon earth with dews , and shad- Titles of Swedish popular tales . ows , and refreshing coolness ! How beauti- ful the 162 PREFACE .
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Page 5 - 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,
Page 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Page 15 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march...
Page 265 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Page 277 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Page 178 - Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Page 12 - Within my breast there is no light, But the cold light of stars ; 1 give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars. The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
Page 171 - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No...
Page ix - PLEASANT it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above, But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move.