Roadside Poems for Summer TravellersLucy Larcom J. R. Osgood, 1876 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... sight so touching in its majesty ; This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning . Silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres , and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky , All bright and glittering in ...
... sight so touching in its majesty ; This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning . Silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres , and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky , All bright and glittering in ...
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... sight , Be that blind Bard , who on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light , Beheld the Iliad and the Odysse Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . THE LOST BOWER . N the pleasant ...
... sight , Be that blind Bard , who on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light , Beheld the Iliad and the Odysse Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . THE LOST BOWER . N the pleasant ...
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... sight and glad with sound . For you hearken on your right hand , How the birds do leap and call In the greenwood , out of sight and Out of reach and fear of all ; And the squirrels crack the filberts , through their cheerful madrigal ...
... sight and glad with sound . For you hearken on your right hand , How the birds do leap and call In the greenwood , out of sight and Out of reach and fear of all ; And the squirrels crack the filberts , through their cheerful madrigal ...
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... sight yet bless- ing well . Down to floor and up to ceiling , Quick I turned my childish face ; With an innocent appealing For the secret of the place , To the trees which surely knew it , in partaking of the grace . Where's no foot of ...
... sight yet bless- ing well . Down to floor and up to ceiling , Quick I turned my childish face ; With an innocent appealing For the secret of the place , To the trees which surely knew it , in partaking of the grace . Where's no foot of ...
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... light intolerable , unbinds The burnished quiver of his shafts of fire . Between me and the hot fields of his South A tremulous glow , as from a furnace - mouth , Glimmers and swims before my dazzled sight , As if 70 ROADSIDe poems .
... light intolerable , unbinds The burnished quiver of his shafts of fire . Between me and the hot fields of his South A tremulous glow , as from a furnace - mouth , Glimmers and swims before my dazzled sight , As if 70 ROADSIDe poems .
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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...