PoemsCarey and Hart, 1847 - 371 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 19
... blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when the dew - lipped Spring comes on , Breathes she with airs less soft , or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign begun ? Does prodigal ...
... blue arch , Sparkle the crowd of stars , when day is done , Less brightly ? when the dew - lipped Spring comes on , Breathes she with airs less soft , or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign begun ? Does prodigal ...
الصفحة 28
... blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him , And crowding nigh , or in the distance dim , Lifts the white throng of sails , that bear or bring ...
... blue bay Sends up , to kiss his decorated brim , And cradles , in his soft embrace , the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him , And crowding nigh , or in the distance dim , Lifts the white throng of sails , that bear or bring ...
الصفحة 29
... blue sheet that flashed with many an oar , Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake , And the deer drank : as the light gale flew o'er , The twinkling maize - field rustled on the shore ; And while that spot , so wild , and lone ...
... blue sheet that flashed with many an oar , Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake , And the deer drank : as the light gale flew o'er , The twinkling maize - field rustled on the shore ; And while that spot , so wild , and lone ...
الصفحة 36
... blue - bird's warble know , The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below . Ere russet fields their green resume , Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume . Alone is in ...
... blue - bird's warble know , The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below . Ere russet fields their green resume , Sweet flower , I love , in forest bare , To meet thee , when thy faint perfume . Alone is in ...
الصفحة 39
... blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , And the old and ponderous trunks ...
... blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , And the old and ponderous trunks ...
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ages amid beam beauty beneath birds blood bloom blossoms blue boughs bound breath breeze bright bright land brook brow calm clouds cold dark day-dawn dead Deadly assassin death deep deer dwell earth fair flowers forest gaze gentle glad glen glide glorious glory grass grave Greece green groves guilt hand hear heart heaven hills hour hymn insect wings land leaves light look lovely stream maid maiden maize Maquon mighty morocco mountain murmur night o'er Oh father pass peace pleasant race rest rill Rizpah rocks round savannas shade shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound sparkles of light spirit spring stream summer sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thousand cheerful trees tribes vale voice wandering warrior watch weep wild wind-flower winds wings woods youth youthful voices
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الصفحة 39 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
الصفحة 31 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
الصفحة 31 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
الصفحة 129 - Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
الصفحة 32 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 30 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
الصفحة 205 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the...
الصفحة 172 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
الصفحة 32 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there...
الصفحة 151 - THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow Through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...