PoemsHenry C. Baird, 1850 - 413 Seiten |
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... Cloud Carillon To a Child To an old Danish Song - book Drinking Song The old Clock on the Stairs The Arrow and the Song · • • 345 . 350 352 · • 355 · 359 362 365 369 377 • 380 383 387 ADDITIONAL POEMS . The Evening Star Autumn Dante ...
... Cloud Carillon To a Child To an old Danish Song - book Drinking Song The old Clock on the Stairs The Arrow and the Song · • • 345 . 350 352 · • 355 · 359 362 365 369 377 • 380 383 387 ADDITIONAL POEMS . The Evening Star Autumn Dante ...
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... clouds went by , Like ships upon the sea ; Dreams that the soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld ...
... clouds went by , Like ships upon the sea ; Dreams that the soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld ...
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... clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below ...
... clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below ...
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... clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air 32 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . The Beleaguered City.
... clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air 32 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . The Beleaguered City.
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... clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . 35 Midnight ...
... clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . 35 Midnight ...
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ancient angel arms bear beautiful bell beneath birds breath bright Bruges changed child CHISPA clouds comes Count CRUZADO dance dark dead death deep DON CARLOS dost dream earth Enter eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel field flowers follow gentle Gipsy give gleams gold golden grave green hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy hopes hour HYPOLITO land LARA leaves light lips live look maiden morning never night o'er once PADRE pass play Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain rest ring rise river round Saint SCENE seemed shadows silent sing sleep snow soft song sorrow soul sound speak stand stars stood strong sweet Take tears tell thee thou thou art thought trees VICTORIAN village voice wait walls waters waves wild wind window youth
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Seite 21 - 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, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 24 - 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. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Seite 43 - Skimmed the half-frozen 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 soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
Seite 86 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 45 - Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. " Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
Seite 387 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Seite 345 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...
Seite 35 - 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 beads in drops of rain...
Seite 47 - Waving his armed hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen. "Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, 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 75 - Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.