Roadside Poems for Summer TravellersLucy Larcom J. R. Osgood, 1876 - 263 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
... PEAKS , THE Two STREAMS , THE . Two VOICES . • UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE UNKNOWN VALLEY , THE UP IN THE WILD · VALE OF AVOCA , THE VANISHERS , THE Veiled VISION , A Longfellow Alice Carey . Owen Meredith . Lucy Larcom William Motherwell ...
... PEAKS , THE Two STREAMS , THE . Two VOICES . • UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE UNKNOWN VALLEY , THE UP IN THE WILD · VALE OF AVOCA , THE VANISHERS , THE Veiled VISION , A Longfellow Alice Carey . Owen Meredith . Lucy Larcom William Motherwell ...
الصفحة 23
... peak'd ; Waves on a diamond shingle dash , Cataract brooks to the ocean run , Fairily - delicate palaces shine . Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine , And overstream'd and silvery - streak'd With many a rivulet high against the Sun The ...
... peak'd ; Waves on a diamond shingle dash , Cataract brooks to the ocean run , Fairily - delicate palaces shine . Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine , And overstream'd and silvery - streak'd With many a rivulet high against the Sun The ...
الصفحة 25
... peak to peak . Bayard Taylor . OMEWHERE SOMEW SOMEWHERE . somewhere a happy clime there A land that knows not unavailing woes , Where all the clashing elements of this Discordant scene are hushed in deep repose . - Somewhere somewhere ...
... peak to peak . Bayard Taylor . OMEWHERE SOMEW SOMEWHERE . somewhere a happy clime there A land that knows not unavailing woes , Where all the clashing elements of this Discordant scene are hushed in deep repose . - Somewhere somewhere ...
الصفحة 27
... peaks ; blind vultures , they Sail onward far upon their fatal way : The winged storms , chanting their thunder - psalm To other lands , leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle , or weep themselves in dew , From which its fields and ...
... peaks ; blind vultures , they Sail onward far upon their fatal way : The winged storms , chanting their thunder - psalm To other lands , leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle , or weep themselves in dew , From which its fields and ...
الصفحة 78
... peaks where snow and sunshine Alone have dared to tread ; For the dark of silent gorges , Whence 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 ...
... peaks where snow and sunshine Alone have dared to tread ; For the dark of silent gorges , Whence 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 ...
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amid Apennine azure dreamed Bayard Taylor beauty beneath bird Blaavin bless blue bosom boughs bower breath bright brook brooklet calm cliffs climb clouds crags Cromer dark deep dream earth eyes fair fairy Faunus feet flowers forests forever gaze gentle gleams glory golden golden air gorses grand horizon gray green hath hear heart heaven height Highlands hills Jean Ingelow lake land light living 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 stood storm streams summer summits sweet T. B. Aldrich thee thine things thou thought thunder torrent tree 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...