Poems, المجلد 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... Midnight Mass for the Dying Year . PAGE 3 9 10 11 12 13 15 17 • 19 EARLIER POEMS . An April Day . Autumn . Woods in Winter . Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem . Sunrise on the Hills .. • The Spirit of Poetry . 23 24 25 26 28 29 31 ...
... Midnight Mass for the Dying Year . PAGE 3 9 10 11 12 13 15 17 • 19 EARLIER POEMS . An April Day . Autumn . Woods in Winter . Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem . Sunrise on the Hills .. • The Spirit of Poetry . 23 24 25 26 28 29 31 ...
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... Midnight . The Witnesses . The Quadroon Girl . • • • • • • • The Warning . • ་ · • 127 128 130 131 132 132 • 133 134 • 135 137 • 139 143 144 145 147 148 · 149 • 150 152 CONTENTS . : THE SPANISH STUDENT . The Spanish Student IV CONTENTS .
... Midnight . The Witnesses . The Quadroon Girl . • • • • • • • The Warning . • ་ · • 127 128 130 131 132 132 • 133 134 • 135 137 • 139 143 144 145 147 148 · 149 • 150 152 CONTENTS . : THE SPANISH STUDENT . The Spanish Student IV CONTENTS .
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... midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there , -- From those deep cisterns flows . O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care ...
... midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there , -- From those deep cisterns flows . O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care ...
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... blue tent above , A hero's armour gleams . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . And earnest thoughts within me rise 12 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . The Light of Stars Footsteps of Angels Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year PAGE.
... blue tent above , A hero's armour gleams . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . And earnest thoughts within me rise 12 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . The Light of Stars Footsteps of Angels Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year PAGE.
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... midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague . Beside the Moldau's rushing stream , With the wan moon overhead , There stood , as in an awful dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The ...
... midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague . Beside the Moldau's rushing stream , With the wan moon overhead , There stood , as in an awful dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The ...
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angel art thou Balt Bart beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bride bright brooklet Bruges Carlos child Chis clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead Death Don Carlos Dost thou doth dreams earth eyes fair father fear fire flowers Gascon GASPAR BECERRA Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look LORD'S SUPPER loud maiden midnight morning night Nils Juel NORTH CAPE o'er Padre pass poem Pray prayer Preciosa rain ring rise round sail Saint Sandalphon sang SCENE shadows shalt ship silent singing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stands star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thoughts Timoneda unto Vict Victor Galbraith Victorian village voice walls wave weary wild wind youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 95 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
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 314 - ... ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
الصفحة 267 - 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: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
الصفحة 328 - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place.
الصفحة 326 - But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
الصفحة 326 - 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 144 - 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.
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, Was not spoken of the soul.
الصفحة 96 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.