PoemsHenry C. Baird, 1850 - 413 Seiten |
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... sang the minstrels all , Chaunting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then THE SKELETON IN ARMOUR . 45.
... sang the minstrels all , Chaunting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then THE SKELETON IN ARMOUR . 45.
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... 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 , O say , what may it be ? " " ' T is a fog - bell on a THE WRECK OF THE HESPERU S. 51.
... 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 , O say , what may it be ? " " ' T is a fog - bell on a THE WRECK OF THE HESPERU S. 51.
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... 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 father answered never a word , A frozen ...
... 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 father answered never a word , A frozen ...
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... hear the bellows roar , And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing - floor . He goes on Sunday to the church , And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach , He hears his daughter's voice ...
... hear the bellows roar , And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing - floor . He goes on Sunday to the church , And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach , He hears his daughter's voice ...
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... hear The blue - bird prophesying Spring . So blue yon winding river flows , It seems an outlet from the sky , Where , waiting till the west wind blows , The freighted clouds at anchor lie . All things are new ; -the buds , the leaves ...
... hear The blue - bird prophesying Spring . So blue yon winding river flows , It seems an outlet from the sky , Where , waiting till the west wind blows , The freighted clouds at anchor lie . All things are new ; -the buds , the leaves ...
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Albrecht Dürer Alcalá ancient angel Art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath Beware birds breath bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Dost thou doth dreams earth Excelsior Exeunt eyes fair father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gerónimo Gil Gipsy gleams gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves Life's light lips look loud Luck of Edenhall maiden midnight MONK moon mountains night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river Saint sang SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep slumbered soft song sorrow soul sound stand star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Timoneda trees unto VICTORIAN village voice wild wind woods 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.