The Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1885 - 472 Seiten |
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... night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea , Or , in the loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only ...
... night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea , Or , in the loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only ...
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... night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . So circled lives she with Love's holy light , That from the shade of self she walketh free : The garden of her soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a ...
... night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . So circled lives she with Love's holy light , That from the shade of self she walketh free : The garden of her soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a ...
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... night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is blown , Under thy window I sing alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The darkness is pressing coldly around , The ...
... night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is blown , Under thy window I sing alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The darkness is pressing coldly around , The ...
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... night Rude tempest - shock and withering blight , - That I may keep at bay The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance , Give me , old granite gray , Some of thy pensiveness serene , Some of thy never - dying ...
... night Rude tempest - shock and withering blight , - That I may keep at bay The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance , Give me , old granite gray , Some of thy pensiveness serene , Some of thy never - dying ...
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... night Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes ; A love that gives and takes , that seëth faults , Not with flaw - seeking eyes like needle points , But loving - kindly ever looks them down With the o'ercoming faith of meek for- giveness ...
... night Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes ; A love that gives and takes , that seëth faults , Not with flaw - seeking eyes like needle points , But loving - kindly ever looks them down With the o'ercoming faith of meek for- giveness ...
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Seite 45 - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Seite 86 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Seite 100 - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbour, and Me.
Seite 95 - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Seite 44 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 410 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 44 - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
Seite 229 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Seite 134 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Seite x - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise: For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.