Poems, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1855 - 927 pages |
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Page 18
... flowerets in the sunlight shining , Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all woven in gorgeous tissues , Flaunting 18 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
... flowerets in the sunlight shining , Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all woven in gorgeous tissues , Flaunting 18 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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... silver woods with light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And , when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her ...
... silver woods with light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And , when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her ...
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... silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits , A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene . There is a beautiful spirit breathing now ...
... silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits , A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene . There is a beautiful spirit breathing now ...
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... silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside a - weary . The golden robin moves . Through the trees The purple finch , That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds , A winter bird ...
... silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside a - weary . The golden robin moves . Through the trees The purple finch , That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds , A winter bird ...
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... silver beach , The woods were bending with a silent reach . Then o'er the vale , with gentle swell , The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo - giving hills ; And the wild horn , whose voice the woodland fills , Was ...
... silver beach , The woods were bending with a silent reach . Then o'er the vale , with gentle swell , The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo - giving hills ; And the wild horn , whose voice the woodland fills , Was ...
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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 LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall 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 speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind
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Page 16 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 242 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each, burning deed and thought.
Page 9 - 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.
Page 270 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 27 - 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...
Page 141 - 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...
Page 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Page 181 - Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen! Hateful to me were men, The sunlight hateful! In the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, Oh, death was grateful!
Page 15 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march...
Page 178 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death !' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter...