PoemsA. Hart, 1851 - Počet stran: 371 |
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Strana 44
... streams from the diamond stone . Oh , loveliest there ... stream ! by the village side ; But windest away from haunts of men , To quiet valley and shaded glen ; And forest , and meadow , and slope of hill , Around thee , are lonely , lovely ...
... streams from the diamond stone . Oh , loveliest there ... stream ! by the village side ; But windest away from haunts of men , To quiet valley and shaded glen ; And forest , and meadow , and slope of hill , Around thee , are lonely , lovely ...
Strana 45
... stream , as it glides along , Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song . ion Though forced to drudge for the ... lovely stream An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . A WINTER PIECE . THE time ...
... stream , as it glides along , Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song . ion Though forced to drudge for the ... lovely stream An image of that calm life appears That won my heart in my greener years . A WINTER PIECE . THE time ...
Strana 154
... stream no more . And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died , The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her , when the forest cast the leaf , And we wept that one so lovely ...
... stream no more . And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died , The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her , when the forest cast the leaf , And we wept that one so lovely ...
Strana 197
... lovely western land , A spot so lovely yet . But I shall think it fairer , When thou art come to bless , With thy ... stream , The prairie - fowl shall die , My rifle for thy feast shall bring The wild swan R 2 THE HUNTER'S SERENADE ...
... lovely western land , A spot so lovely yet . But I shall think it fairer , When thou art come to bless , With thy ... stream , The prairie - fowl shall die , My rifle for thy feast shall bring The wild swan R 2 THE HUNTER'S SERENADE ...
Strana 253
... lovely vale that lies around thee . Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve , When but a fount the morning found thee ... stream the noonbeams look , Usurping , as thou downward driftest , Its crystal from the clearest brook , Its rushing ...
... lovely vale that lies around thee . Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve , When but a fount the morning found thee ... stream the noonbeams look , Usurping , as thou downward driftest , Its crystal from the clearest brook , Its rushing ...
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ages amid beam beauty beneath bird blood bloom blossoms blue boughs boundless breath breeze bright brook brow calm city spires clouds cold dark day-dawn dead Deadly assassin death deep deer didst dwell earth fair flowers forest fresh gaze gentle glad glen glide glorious glory grave Greece green groves hand hear heart heaven hills hour hymn insect wings land leaves light look lovely stream lovers walk maid maiden maize Maquon mighty mountain murmur night o'er pass path pleasant race rest rill Rizpah rocks round savannas shade shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sound sparkles of light spirit spring stream summer sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thousand cheerful trees tribes vale voice wandering warrior watch weep wild wind-flower winds wings woods youth youthful voices
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Strana 32 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Strana 35 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strana 153 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Strana 34 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Strana 214 - Thou waitest late, and com'st alone, When woods are bare, and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged Year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Strana 42 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Strana 132 - ... breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Strana 138 - There, through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming bird.
Strana 134 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Strana 85 - THE stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to rne.