The Two Voices: Poems of the Mountains and the SeaH. B. Nims, 1886 - 209 pagini |
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Pagina 15
... never touched his ears . But , whereso'er he rose , the heavens rose , And the far - gazing mountain could disclose Naught but a wider earth ; until one height Showed him the ocean stretched in liquid light And he could hear its ...
... never touched his ears . But , whereso'er he rose , the heavens rose , And the far - gazing mountain could disclose Naught but a wider earth ; until one height Showed him the ocean stretched in liquid light And he could hear its ...
Pagina 21
... never , never flee Over the mountains high ? Rocky walls , will ye always be Prisons , until ye are tombs , for me— Until I lie at your feet , Wrapped in my winding - sheet ? Away ! I will away , far away , Over the mountains high ...
... never , never flee Over the mountains high ? Rocky walls , will ye always be Prisons , until ye are tombs , for me— Until I lie at your feet , Wrapped in my winding - sheet ? Away ! I will away , far away , Over the mountains high ...
Pagina 29
... never quite despair , Nor let hope nor courage fail ; And some day , when skies are fair , Up the bay my ships will sail . I shall buy then all I need- Prints to look at , books to read , Horses , wines , and works of art , Everything ...
... never quite despair , Nor let hope nor courage fail ; And some day , when skies are fair , Up the bay my ships will sail . I shall buy then all I need- Prints to look at , books to read , Horses , wines , and works of art , Everything ...
Pagina 36
... never sail of ours was furl'd , Nor anchor dropt at eve or morn ; We loved the glories of the world , But laws of nature were our scorn ; For blasts would rise and rave and cease , But whence were those that drove the sail Across the ...
... never sail of ours was furl'd , Nor anchor dropt at eve or morn ; We loved the glories of the world , But laws of nature were our scorn ; For blasts would rise and rave and cease , But whence were those that drove the sail Across the ...
Pagina 43
... never , never be to mortal hearers told . E. C. Stedman . A CRY FROM THE SHORE . Cunto the wasting shore ! OME down , ye graybeard mariners , The morning winds are up , -the gods Bid me to dream no more . Come , tell me whither I must ...
... never , never be to mortal hearers told . E. C. Stedman . A CRY FROM THE SHORE . Cunto the wasting shore ! OME down , ye graybeard mariners , The morning winds are up , -the gods Bid me to dream no more . Come , tell me whither I must ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
A. C. Swinburne A. H. Clough Apennine AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM bark beach beneath birds blue breast breath breeze bright bush aboon Traquair calm Celia Thaxter CHAMBERED NAUTILUS CHRYSAOR clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear deep divine doth dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair float foam gleam glow golden gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills John Keats king kiss land light listen lonely look Lucy Larcom Matthew Arnold mighty MONADNOCK moon morning mountain murmur never night o'er ocean peace peace and noise river roar rocks round Rowena Darling sail sand shadow shell shining ship shore silent silver sings skipper sleep soft song soul sound stand stars storm stream sweet T. B. Aldrich Tennyson thee thine thou thought tide voice waves wild wind window binding shoes
Pasaje populare
Pagina 195 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Pagina 94 - O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear Father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Pagina 110 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Pagina 113 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Pagina 171 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Pagina 157 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Pagina 67 - O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pagina 111 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Pagina 126 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Pagina 25 - HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...