Ballads and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1842 - 132 Seiten |
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... sound of voices and trampling of hoofs , and horses are led forth and saddled . The steed that is to bear the bridegroom has a bunch of flowers upon his forehead , and a garland of corn - flowers around his neck . Friends from the neigh ...
... sound of voices and trampling of hoofs , and horses are led forth and saddled . The steed that is to bear the bridegroom has a bunch of flowers upon his forehead , and a garland of corn - flowers around his neck . Friends from the neigh ...
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... sound of bells . And now the Northern Lights begin to burn , faintly at first , like sunbeams playing in the waters of the blue sea . Then a soft . crimson glow tinges the heavens . a blush on the cheek of night . There is The colors ...
... sound of bells . And now the Northern Lights begin to burn , faintly at first , like sunbeams playing in the waters of the blue sea . Then a soft . crimson glow tinges the heavens . a blush on the cheek of night . There is The colors ...
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... Sound , That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear , While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow ; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were - wolf's bark , Until the ...
... Sound , That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear , While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow ; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were - wolf's bark , Until the ...
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... father ! I hear the church - bells ring , say , what may it be ? " " T is a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! " — And he steered for the open sea . " O father ! I hear the sound of guns 44 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS .
... father ! I hear the church - bells ring , say , what may it be ? " " T is a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! " — And he steered for the open sea . " O father ! I hear the sound of guns 44 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " O father ! I hear the sound of guns , O say , what may it be ? " " Some ship in distress , that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " “ O father ! I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? " But the ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " O father ! I hear the sound of guns , O say , what may it be ? " " Some ship in distress , that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " “ O father ! I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? " But the ...
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angels answer Art thou Atonement ballad beautiful belfry birds blessed BLIND BARTIMEUS blossom blue bosom breast bride bridegroom bright brown ale child Christ church clouds crown crystal tall Death deep dream earth ENDYMION evermore Excelsior eyes face faith fall father feast fennel flames flowers Galilee garland glance gleaming goblet God's-Acre gold golden grave hail hair hand hear heart heaven Hesperus holy kirtle kiss klang Life's light lips lock Lord's LORD'S SUPPER Love Luck of Edenhall Maidens marriage May-pole merry midnight nest Newport night o'er peasants PENTECOST pinions poem pray prayer riding ring river roar round sailing Saint John shadow shine silent silver Skoal sleep slumbering snow soft song soul sound Spirit stands stars steed stood Sweden Swedish tears Tegnér thee thou hast tilt transfigured unto village voice wander weary wedding wild wind wind-mill wore wreath ye children ye promise youth Η πίστις σου
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Seite 130 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Seite 112 - My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Seite 131 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Seite 127 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Seite 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Seite 45 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Seite 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Seite 129 - His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And...
Seite 47 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Seite 132 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.