Roadside Poems for Summer TravellersLucy Larcom J. R. Osgood, 1876 - 263 من الصفحات |
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... mighty woods surrounded like a sea . Love's voice , unto the nosen ones he calls , Alike the compass to his freedom is , And to that Vale , the loadstar of our bliss , Our hearts shall guide us . I see the close defiles unfold Even now ...
... mighty woods surrounded like a sea . Love's voice , unto the nosen ones he calls , Alike the compass to his freedom is , And to that Vale , the loadstar of our bliss , Our hearts shall guide us . I see the close defiles unfold Even now ...
الصفحة 29
... mighty heart is lying still . Wordsworth . LEAVING THE CITY . E left the city , street and square , WE With lamplights glimmering through and through , And turned us toward the suburb , where - Full from the east - the fresh wind blew ...
... mighty heart is lying still . Wordsworth . LEAVING THE CITY . E left the city , street and square , WE With lamplights glimmering through and through , And turned us toward the suburb , where - Full from the east - the fresh wind blew ...
الصفحة 78
... mighty cedars nod ; For the majesty of mountains , I thank Thee , O my God ! For the splendor of the sunsets , Vast mirrored on the sea ; For the gold - fringed clouds , that curtain Heaven's inner mystery ; For the molten bars of ...
... mighty cedars nod ; For the majesty of mountains , I thank Thee , O my God ! For the splendor of the sunsets , Vast mirrored on the sea ; For the gold - fringed clouds , that curtain Heaven's inner mystery ; For the molten bars of ...
الصفحة 100
... mighty to cope With time and with fortune hath fled from me now . And Love that illumined my wanderings of yore , Hath perished , and left but a weary regret For the star that can rise on my midnight no more But the hills of my country ...
... mighty to cope With time and with fortune hath fled from me now . And Love that illumined my wanderings of yore , Hath perished , and left but a weary regret For the star that can rise on my midnight no more But the hills of my country ...
الصفحة 105
... mighty world Of eye , and ear , - both what they half create , And what perceive ; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense , The anchor of my purest thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart ...
... mighty world Of eye , and ear , - both what they half create , And what perceive ; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense , The anchor of my purest thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart ...
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amid Apennine azure Bayard Taylor beauty beneath bird Blaavin bless blue bosom boughs bower breath bright brook brooklet brow calm cliffs climb clouds crags Cromer dark deep dream earth earthquake storm echoes eyes fair feet flowers forests forever Glaramara gleams glory gold golden golden air gorses grand horizon gray green hath hear heart heaven height Highlands hills Jean Ingelow lake land light live LOCH KATRINE lonely look Lucy Larcom mighty mist Mont Blanc morning mountain murmuring Naiad never night o'er ocean peak pines purple rain rills river rocks round shade shadows shine silent silver sing Skiddaw sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit splendor stars steep storm streams summer summit sweet T. B. Aldrich thee thine things thou thought thunder torrent trees vale valley voice wandering waters waves wild wind woods Wordsworth
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الصفحة 157 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 172 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
الصفحة 107 - When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies ; oh ! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear } Thy voice...
الصفحة 179 - Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet! God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
الصفحة 105 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
الصفحة 178 - Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look...
الصفحة 180 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm ! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements, Utter forth God...
الصفحة 85 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
الصفحة 104 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
الصفحة 102 - Five years have past ; five summers, with the length Of five long winters ! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view...