Roadside Poems for Summer TravellersLucy Larcom J. R. Osgood, 1876 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... Fields , and Fields , Osgood , & Co. ) 1876 . MR3 PUBLIC LIBRARY 981241A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R.
... Fields , and Fields , Osgood , & Co. ) 1876 . MR3 PUBLIC LIBRARY 981241A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R.
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... , the sound of running waters and rustling trees , and wafts of fragrance from field and woodland , is scarcely out of place anywhere among poetry - lovers in the summer- time . CONTENTS . PAGE . III 197 73 245 • 159 6 PREFACE .
... , the sound of running waters and rustling trees , and wafts of fragrance from field and woodland , is scarcely out of place anywhere among poetry - lovers in the summer- time . CONTENTS . PAGE . III 197 73 245 • 159 6 PREFACE .
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... FIELD FLOWERS FIRST GLIMPse , The FOLLOW FOOT - PATH , THE FORERUNNERS FREEDOM • FROM " THE DAISY " FROM " THE TRAVELLER " GLADNESS OF NATURE , THE . GLEN - AVIN ... Fields , James T. ISLET , THE . I SMELL THE MEADOW . JOANNA'S 8 CONTENTS .
... FIELD FLOWERS FIRST GLIMPse , The FOLLOW FOOT - PATH , THE FORERUNNERS FREEDOM • FROM " THE DAISY " FROM " THE TRAVELLER " GLADNESS OF NATURE , THE . GLEN - AVIN ... Fields , James T. ISLET , THE . I SMELL THE MEADOW . JOANNA'S 8 CONTENTS .
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... fields of bladed corn , Pastures green , where neatherd's horn Bloweth through the livelong day , Many a rudely jocund lay : There be rows of waving trees , Hymning saintliest homilies To the weary passer - by , Till his heart mount to ...
... fields of bladed corn , Pastures green , where neatherd's horn Bloweth through the livelong day , Many a rudely jocund lay : There be rows of waving trees , Hymning saintliest homilies To the weary passer - by , Till his heart mount to ...
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... fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality . Yet , like a buried lamp , a soul no less Burns in the heart of this delicious isle , An atom of the Eternal , whose own smile Unfolds itself , and may be felt , not seen ...
... fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality . Yet , like a buried lamp , a soul no less Burns in the heart of this delicious isle , An atom of the Eternal , whose own smile Unfolds itself , and may be felt , not seen ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...