Poems, Band 1Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... 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 ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark ...
... 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 ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark ...
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... ! 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 anthems 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 anthems 26 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR.
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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 ...
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... wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would , the sins that thou abhorrest , O Soul ! could thus decay , And be swept away ! For there shall come a ...
... wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would , the sins that thou abhorrest , O Soul ! could thus decay , And be swept away ! For there shall come a ...
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... wind , a sweet and passionate wooer , Kisses the blushing leaf , and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep - crimsoned , And silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the ...
... wind , a sweet and passionate wooer , Kisses the blushing leaf , and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep - crimsoned , And silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the ...
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look Luck of Edenhall Madrid maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind woods
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Seite 7 - 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,
Seite 185 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Seite 271 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! 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!
Seite 10 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Seite 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Seite 187 - ... 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 247 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown,. Responds unto his own.
Seite 181 - Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane Bore I the maiden. " Three weeks we westward bore. And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which to this very hour Stands looking seaward.
Seite 180 - When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Seite 132 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee...