Poems, المجلد 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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الصفحة 29
... sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . THERE is a quiet spirit in these woods , That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows ; Where , underneath the white - thorn ...
... sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . THERE is a quiet spirit in these woods , That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows ; Where , underneath the white - thorn ...
الصفحة 60
... Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . Upon that tender eye , my little friend , Soft sleep shall come , that cometh not to me ! I ...
... Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . Upon that tender eye , my little friend , Soft sleep shall come , that cometh not to me ! I ...
الصفحة 79
... sleep with their heads to the westward . Each held a lighted taper in his hand when he died ; and in his coffin were placed his little heart - treasures , and a piece of money for his last journey . Babes that came life- less into the ...
... sleep with their heads to the westward . Each held a lighted taper in his hand when he died ; and in his coffin were placed his little heart - treasures , and a piece of money for his last journey . Babes that came life- less into the ...
الصفحة 110
... sleep are ye now , and the light in its radiant splendor Rains from the heaven downward ; -to - day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again , to examine and make your election , For she knows nought of compulsion , and ...
... sleep are ye now , and the light in its radiant splendor Rains from the heaven downward ; -to - day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again , to examine and make your election , For she knows nought of compulsion , and ...
الصفحة 113
... sleeping . Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men ; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto her ; she herself knoweth Naught of her glorious attendance ; but follows faithful and humble , Follows so long as she may her ...
... sleeping . Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men ; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto her ; she herself knoweth Naught of her glorious attendance ; but follows faithful and humble , Follows so long as she may her ...
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الصفحة 292 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
الصفحة 95 - 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.
الصفحة 10 - 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,
الصفحة 327 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
الصفحة 15 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
الصفحة 97 - 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 us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! THE LUCK OF EDENHALL.
الصفحة 326 - What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
الصفحة 90 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
الصفحة 14 - 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 road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life...
الصفحة 132 - 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.