Flower-de-luceTicknor and Fields, 1867 - 72 Seiten |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Ah ! who shall lift that wand of magic power , And the lost clew regain ? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain ! CHRISTMAS BELLS . I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Hawthorne . 23.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Ah ! who shall lift that wand of magic power , And the lost clew regain ? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain ! CHRISTMAS BELLS . I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Hawthorne . 23.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. CHRISTMAS BELLS . I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Their old , familiar carols play , And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth , good - will to men ! And thought how , as the day had come , The ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. CHRISTMAS BELLS . I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Their old , familiar carols play , And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth , good - will to men ! And thought how , as the day had come , The ...
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... heard the sound of gongs from within ; And with clash of cymbals and warlike din The gates swung wide ; and we turned and fled , And the garrison sallied forth and pursued , With the gray old Kalif at their head , And above them the ...
... heard the sound of gongs from within ; And with clash of cymbals and warlike din The gates swung wide ; and we turned and fled , And the garrison sallied forth and pursued , With the gray old Kalif at their head , And above them the ...
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... heard from those massive walls of stone , Nor again was the Kalif seen alive ! " When at last we unlocked the door , We found him dead upon the floor ; The rings had dropped from his withered hands , His teeth were like bones in the ...
... heard from those massive walls of stone , Nor again was the Kalif seen alive ! " When at last we unlocked the door , We found him dead upon the floor ; The rings had dropped from his withered hands , His teeth were like bones in the ...
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... be , Why should that discomfort me ? No endeavor is in vain ; Its reward is in the doing , And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain . " THE BELLS OF LYNN , HEARD AT NAHANT . O 40 The Wind over the Chimney .
... be , Why should that discomfort me ? No endeavor is in vain ; Its reward is in the doing , And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain . " THE BELLS OF LYNN , HEARD AT NAHANT . O 40 The Wind over the Chimney .
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A. V. S. ANTHONY Agassiz Artist Baldacca's belfries Bells of Lynn blaze BLIC bloom blown Bons amis breath captain Alau chez Agassiz city of Kambalu constellations cross darkness sinking dead despair disconsolate DIVINA dream dust Engraver exultant feet flower FLOWER-DE-LUCE FORD gate GIOTTO'S TOWER Gleams gold golden good-will good-will to men gray old hear heard heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW J'ai jewels Kalif Khan leadeth to Ispahan LENOX AND TILDEN lifted lily lonely manse meadow midnight minster mist murmur Naught avails night-wind NOËL O'er Ouvrez pain PALINGENESIS passed peace on earth Père pines PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR reverence road that leadeth roar rode roses sand setting sun shining song Of peace sound splendor sweet swords thee thine Thou art thought TILDEN FOUNDATIONS To-morrow tongue of flame town unseen vision voice Watch weird woman wilder wind woman of Endor words Ye cry aloud YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Seite 61 - I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze With forms of Saints and holy men who died, Here martyred and hereafter glorified...
Seite 57 - How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves Birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves Parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers, And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers!
Seite 55 - OFT have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs...
Seite 64 - ... liberty ! O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines, Forerunner of the day that is to be ! The voices of the city and the sea, The voices of the mountains and the pines, Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines Are footpaths for the thought of Italy ! Thy...
Seite 47 - And I saw in a vision how far and fleet ,' That fatal bullet went speeding forth, Till it reached a town in the distant North, Till it reached a house in a sunny street, Till it reached a heart that ceased to beat Without a murmur, without a cry ; And a bell was tolled, in that far-off town, For one who had passed from cross to crown, And the neighbours wondered that she should die.
Seite 26 - Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! And in despair I bowed my head ; " There is no peace on earth," I said ; " For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good -will to men...
Seite 58 - And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers! But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers! Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain...
Seite 22 - Their meaning to my ear. For the one face I looked for was not there, The one low voice was mute; Only an unseen presence filled the air, And baffled my pursuit. zo Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly my thought defines; I only see — a dream within a dream — The hill-top hearsed with pines.
Seite 59 - I enter, and I see thee in the gloom Of the long aisles, O poet saturnine ! And strive to make my steps keep pace with thine. The air is rilled with some unknown perfume; The congregation of the dead make room For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine; Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb. From the confessionals...
Seite 20 - HOW beautiful it was, that one bright day In the long week of rain ! Though all its splendor could not chase away The omnipresent pain. The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms Shot through with golden thread.