PoemsA. Hart, 1851 - Počet stran: 371 |
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Strana 9
... Youth * . A Hymn of the Sea • • Noon . ( From an unfinished Poem ) The Crowded Street • The White - footed Deer The Waning Moon The Stream of Life NOTES " Page 299 · • 302 · 304 306 309 312 314 316 322 326 • 330 • 331 334 336 · 339 342 ...
... Youth * . A Hymn of the Sea • • Noon . ( From an unfinished Poem ) The Crowded Street • The White - footed Deer The Waning Moon The Stream of Life NOTES " Page 299 · • 302 · 304 306 309 312 314 316 322 326 • 330 • 331 334 336 · 339 342 ...
Strana 17
... youth , the death - wind blows , And blights the fairest ; when our bitter tears Stream , as the eyes of those that love us close , We think on what they were , with many fears Lest goodness die with them , and leave the coming years ...
... youth , the death - wind blows , And blights the fairest ; when our bitter tears Stream , as the eyes of those that love us close , We think on what they were , with many fears Lest goodness die with them , and leave the coming years ...
Strana 19
... youth ; Still the green soil , with joyous living things , Swarms , the wide air is full of joyous wings , And myriads , still , are happy in the sleep Of ocean's azure gulfs , and where he flings The restless surge . Eternal Love doth ...
... youth ; Still the green soil , with joyous living things , Swarms , the wide air is full of joyous wings , And myriads , still , are happy in the sleep Of ocean's azure gulfs , and where he flings The restless surge . Eternal Love doth ...
Strana 34
... youth in life's green spring , and he who goes In the full strength of years , matron , and maid ,. And the sweet babe , and the gray - headed man , - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side , By those , who in their turn shall follow ...
... youth in life's green spring , and he who goes In the full strength of years , matron , and maid ,. And the sweet babe , and the gray - headed man , - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side , By those , who in their turn shall follow ...
Strana 51
... there the full broad river runs , And many a fount wells fresh and sweet , To cool thee when the mid - day suns Have made thee faint beneath their heat . Thou wind of joy , and youth , and love THE WEST WIND . 51 The West Wind.
... there the full broad river runs , And many a fount wells fresh and sweet , To cool thee when the mid - day suns Have made thee faint beneath their heat . Thou wind of joy , and youth , and love THE WEST WIND . 51 The West Wind.
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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.