Roadside Poems for Summer TravellersLucy Larcom J. R. Osgood, 1876 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... had never thought To wander . It was the water taught us this , The water , That hath no rest by night or day ; That would be wandering far away , The water . This learn we of the mill - wheels too , 12 ROADSIDE poems .
... had never thought To wander . It was the water taught us this , The water , That hath no rest by night or day ; That would be wandering far away , The water . This learn we of the mill - wheels too , 12 ROADSIDE poems .
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... are waxing low As we high and higher go , And a deeper silence given For choice communing with heaven ; On this eminence awhile Rest we from our vigorous toil : - Forth our eyes , mind's scouts that be , 2 HOLLO , MY FANCY ! 17.
... are waxing low As we high and higher go , And a deeper silence given For choice communing with heaven ; On this eminence awhile Rest we from our vigorous toil : - Forth our eyes , mind's scouts that be , 2 HOLLO , MY FANCY ! 17.
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... rest ; And a little wood seems clearer , As it climbeth from the west , Sideway from the tree - locked valley , to the airy upland crest . Small the wood is , green with hazels , And , completing the ascent , Where the wind blows and ...
... rest ; And a little wood seems clearer , As it climbeth from the west , Sideway from the tree - locked valley , to the airy upland crest . Small the wood is , green with hazels , And , completing the ascent , Where the wind blows and ...
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... rest Above our vale , a moveless throng ; The cattle on the mountain's breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long . Oh , how unlike those merry hours , In early June , when Earth laughs out , When the fresh winds make love to flowers , And ...
... rest Above our vale , a moveless throng ; The cattle on the mountain's breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long . Oh , how unlike those merry hours , In early June , when Earth laughs out , When the fresh winds make love to flowers , And ...
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... Rest here , beneath the unmoving shade , And on the silent valleys gaze , Winding and widening , till they fade In yon soft ring of summer haze . The village trees their summits rear Still as its spire , and yonder flock , At rest in ...
... Rest here , beneath the unmoving shade , And on the silent valleys gaze , Winding and widening , till they fade In yon soft ring of summer haze . The village trees their summits rear Still as its spire , and yonder flock , At rest in ...
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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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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...