The Two Voices: Poems of the Mountains and the SeaH. B. Nims, 1886 - 209 من الصفحات |
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... brown . I climbed the mountain's shaggy crest , Where masses huge of molten rock , After long years of pain and shock , Fern - covered , from their wanderings rest . Far , far below the valley spread Its rich , roof - dotted , wide ...
... brown . I climbed the mountain's shaggy crest , Where masses huge of molten rock , After long years of pain and shock , Fern - covered , from their wanderings rest . Far , far below the valley spread Its rich , roof - dotted , wide ...
الصفحة 52
... brown old farm - house like a bird's - nest hung . With home - life sounds the desert air was stirred : The bleat of sheep along the hill we heard , The bucket plashing in the cool , sweet well , The pasture - bars that clattered as ...
... brown old farm - house like a bird's - nest hung . With home - life sounds the desert air was stirred : The bleat of sheep along the hill we heard , The bucket plashing in the cool , sweet well , The pasture - bars that clattered as ...
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... port , The strange , old - fashioned , silent town , The lighthouse , the dismantled fort , The wooden houses , quaint and brown . THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD , We sat and talked until 72 THE TWO VOICES . The Fire of Drift-wood.
... port , The strange , old - fashioned , silent town , The lighthouse , the dismantled fort , The wooden houses , quaint and brown . THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD , We sat and talked until 72 THE TWO VOICES . The Fire of Drift-wood.
الصفحة 99
... brown hands , — I She sees but the coming ship . A STRIP OF BLUE . DO not own an inch of land ; But all I see is mine , - Lucy Larcom . The orchards and the mowing fields The lawns and gardens fine . The winds my tax - collectors are ...
... brown hands , — I She sees but the coming ship . A STRIP OF BLUE . DO not own an inch of land ; But all I see is mine , - Lucy Larcom . The orchards and the mowing fields The lawns and gardens fine . The winds my tax - collectors are ...
الصفحة 122
... did we stay in the Michigan woods ? I only know That the elder - blossoms grew white , then brown , Then the scarlet berries hung heavily down , Over the green below . FROM THE " LOTOS EATERS . " 123 How long 122 THE TWO VOICES . Brackett.
... did we stay in the Michigan woods ? I only know That the elder - blossoms grew white , then brown , Then the scarlet berries hung heavily down , Over the green below . FROM THE " LOTOS EATERS . " 123 How long 122 THE TWO VOICES . Brackett.
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A. C. Swinburne A. H. Clough Apennine AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM bark beach beneath birds blue breast breath breeze bright bush aboon Traquair calm Celia Thaxter CHAMBERED NAUTILUS CHRYSAOR clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear deep divine doth dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair float foam gleam glow golden gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills John Keats king kiss land light listen lonely look Lucy Larcom Matthew Arnold mighty MONADNOCK moon morning mountain murmur never night o'er ocean peace peace and noise river roar rocks round Rowena Darling sail sand shadow shell shining ship shore silent silver sings skipper sleep soft song soul sound stand stars storm stream sweet T. B. Aldrich Tennyson thee thine thou thought tide voice waves wild wind window binding shoes
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الصفحة 195 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, T is not too late to seek a newer world.
الصفحة 94 - O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear Father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
الصفحة 110 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
الصفحة 113 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
الصفحة 171 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
الصفحة 157 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
الصفحة 67 - O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
الصفحة 111 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
الصفحة 126 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
الصفحة 25 - HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...