Voices of the NightJ. Owen, 1840 - 144 pagini |
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Pagina ix
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. PRELUDE PLEASANT it was , when woods were green , And winds were soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. PRELUDE PLEASANT it was , when woods were green , And winds were soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ...
Pagina 26
... The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain - passes The winds , like 26 Midnight Mass for the Dying Year.
... The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain - passes The winds , like 26 Midnight Mass for the Dying Year.
Pagina 27
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Through woods and mountain - passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing ; Pray for this poor soul , Pray , - pray ! And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Through woods and mountain - passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing ; Pray for this poor soul , Pray , - pray ! And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their ...
Pagina 38
... eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill 38 EARLIER POEMS .
... eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill 38 EARLIER POEMS .
Pagina 39
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill , And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I tread the hill , That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill , And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I tread the hill , That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through ...
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amid arms Awake battle bearded grain Behold Beware bird blue brave breast breath bright brooklet calm Castile castle cisterns clouds comes softly dark dark wave dead Death didst doth dreams dwell earth eternal fame fears fields of light flowerets flowers fooling thee forest gentle GERMAN glide glorious glory golden grave green hand hast heard heart heaven hoary holy holy Night JOHN OWEN Jorge Manrique King leave no trace leaves Life's lips LOPE DE VEGA Manrique mist mournful murmur Night nought numbers o'er onward Pentecost poem prayer PSALM PURGATORIO Reaper red planet Mars Saxon shadows sighs Silent Land silver slumbers smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound SPANISH spirit star stern Swabian sweet Take thy banner tears thine Thither thou art thou dost thou soundest toil trees Uclés vale voice wave weary winds wings woodland woods youth
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Pagina 9 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pagina 8 - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
Pagina 46 - Take thy banner ! — and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee.
Pagina 7 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Pagina 20 - Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours ; Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth,— these golden flowers.
Pagina 19 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Pagina 15 - O fear not in a world like this, And thou shall know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Pagina 52 - The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, — The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, — Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, In many a lazy syllable, repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind.
Pagina 9 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 18 - Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.