Golden Leaves from the American PoetsHurst & Company, pref., 1864 - 398 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 25
Página 55
... float , they say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " But no ; it was not a Fairy's shell , Blown on the beach , so mellow and clear , Nor was it the tongue of a silver bell , Striking the hour , that filled my ear , As I lay in my dream ...
... float , they say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " But no ; it was not a Fairy's shell , Blown on the beach , so mellow and clear , Nor was it the tongue of a silver bell , Striking the hour , that filled my ear , As I lay in my dream ...
Página 60
... floating midst Day's setting glories ; Night , Wrapped in her sable robe , with silent step Comes to our bed , and oreathes it in our ears : Night , and the dawn , bright day , and thoughtful eve . All time , all bounds , the limitless ...
... floating midst Day's setting glories ; Night , Wrapped in her sable robe , with silent step Comes to our bed , and oreathes it in our ears : Night , and the dawn , bright day , and thoughtful eve . All time , all bounds , the limitless ...
Página 132
... float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us , With Freedom's soil beneath our feet , And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ' THE CULPRIT FAY . " My visual orbs are purged 132 GOLDEN LEAVES .
... float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us , With Freedom's soil beneath our feet , And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ' THE CULPRIT FAY . " My visual orbs are purged 132 GOLDEN LEAVES .
Página 143
... float , And patter the water about the boat ; But he bailed her out with his colen - bell , And he kept her trimmed with a wary tread , While on every side like lightning fell The heavy strokes of his bootle - blade . XX . Onward still ...
... float , And patter the water about the boat ; But he bailed her out with his colen - bell , And he kept her trimmed with a wary tread , While on every side like lightning fell The heavy strokes of his bootle - blade . XX . Onward still ...
Página 145
... float ; They swim around with smile and sorg ; They press the bark with pearly hand , And gently urge her course along , Toward the beach of speckled sand ; And , as he lightly leaped to land , They bade adieu with nod and bow ; Then ...
... float ; They swim around with smile and sorg ; They press the bark with pearly hand , And gently urge her course along , Toward the beach of speckled sand ; And , as he lightly leaped to land , They bade adieu with nod and bow ; Then ...
Contenido
188 | |
195 | |
201 | |
211 | |
216 | |
230 | |
243 | |
245 | |
79 | |
99 | |
102 | |
111 | |
117 | |
128 | |
155 | |
163 | |
170 | |
177 | |
185 | |
257 | |
266 | |
272 | |
299 | |
311 | |
336 | |
352 | |
359 | |
365 | |
371 | |
378 | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
ANNABEL Lee beauty bells beneath bird bless blest blood blue bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow burning charms cloud cold courser dark dead death deep dream earth fair fairy falchion fire flame floating flowers gaze gleam glorious glory glow golden grave green hand hast Hasty Pudding hath heart heaven HELON hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre maize moon morning never Nevermore night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pale passed prayer Quoth the Raven rapture rock roll round shade shadow Shammar shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne toil towers tread tree Twas twill voice water-sprites wave WHIP-POOR-WILL wild wind wing witch-hazel youth
Pasajes populares
Página 84 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Página 292 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow: You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow. Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Página 249 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Página 86 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 84 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth, and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Página 278 - 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 nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 246 - I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
Página 94 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 94 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 86 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.