Poems, Volumen2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... Hope and all her shadowy train Will not decay ; Fleeting as were the dreams of old , Remembered like a tale that's told , They pass away . # Our lives are rivers , gliding free To that unfathomed ( 35 ) Coplas de Manrique.
... Hope and all her shadowy train Will not decay ; Fleeting as were the dreams of old , Remembered like a tale that's told , They pass away . # Our lives are rivers , gliding free To that unfathomed ( 35 ) Coplas de Manrique.
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... hope is certainty , --- The third - the better life on high Shalt thou possess . " " O Death , no more , no more delay : My spirit longs to flee away , And be at rest ; The will of Heaven my will shall be , -- I bow to the divine decree ...
... hope is certainty , --- The third - the better life on high Shalt thou possess . " " O Death , no more , no more delay : My spirit longs to flee away , And be at rest ; The will of Heaven my will shall be , -- I bow to the divine decree ...
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... Who in Life's battle firm doth stand , Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms Into the Silent Land ! ( Land ! O Land ! For all the broken - hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted , Beckons , Song of the Silent Land.
... Who in Life's battle firm doth stand , Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms Into the Silent Land ! ( Land ! O Land ! For all the broken - hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted , Beckons , Song of the Silent Land.
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... hope , rich in thy first , young , fervent love . The blessing of Heaven be upon thee ! So thinks the parish priest , as he joins together the hands of bride and bridegroom , saying in deep , solemn tones , " I give thee in marriage ...
... hope , rich in thy first , young , fervent love . The blessing of Heaven be upon thee ! So thinks the parish priest , as he joins together the hands of bride and bridegroom , saying in deep , solemn tones , " I give thee in marriage ...
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... Hope , and Charity . The irregularities of the original have been carefully preserved in the translation . ] SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain , Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide , But never , ah never can meet with the man A ...
... Hope , and Charity . The irregularities of the original have been carefully preserved in the translation . ] SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain , Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide , But never , ah never can meet with the man A ...
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angel art thou Balt Bart beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bride bright brooklet Bruges Carlos child Chis clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead Death Don Carlos Dost thou doth dreams earth eyes fair father fear fire flowers Gascon GASPAR BECERRA Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look LORD'S SUPPER loud maiden midnight morning night Nils Juel NORTH CAPE o'er Padre pass poem Pray prayer Preciosa rain ring rise round sail Saint Sandalphon sang SCENE shadows shalt ship silent singing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stands star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thoughts Timoneda unto Vict Victor Galbraith Victorian village voice walls wave weary wild wind youth
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Página 95 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Página 292 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small : Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Página 314 - ... ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Página 267 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 328 - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place.
Página 326 - But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Página 326 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Página 144 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Página 10 - 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.
Página 96 - 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 corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.