Poems, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1860 |
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... DISMAL SWAMP 284 THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT 287 THE WITNESSES 289 THE QUADROON GIRL 292 · THE WARNING • 296 THE SPANISH STUDENT . THE SPANISH STUDENT NOTES 299 467 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1839 . PRELUDE . PLEASANT vi CONTENTS .
... DISMAL SWAMP 284 THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT 287 THE WITNESSES 289 THE QUADROON GIRL 292 · THE WARNING • 296 THE SPANISH STUDENT . THE SPANISH STUDENT NOTES 299 467 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1839 . PRELUDE . PLEASANT vi CONTENTS .
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... Singing : " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , - pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in ...
... Singing : " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , - pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in ...
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... the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy flail . O what a glory doth this world put on For AUTUMN . 37.
... the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy flail . O what a glory doth this world put on For AUTUMN . 37.
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... Singing received they in the midst of foliage That made monotonous burden to their rhymes , Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells , Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi , When Eolus unlooses the Sirocco . Already ...
... Singing received they in the midst of foliage That made monotonous burden to their rhymes , Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells , Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi , When Eolus unlooses the Sirocco . Already ...
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... trumpets blow . " The clouds are passing far and high , We little birds in them play ; And every thing , that can sing and fly , Goes with us , and far away . " I greet thee , bonny boat ! Whither , 125 THE BIRD AND THE SHIP.
... trumpets blow . " The clouds are passing far and high , We little birds in them play ; And every thing , that can sing and fly , Goes with us , and far away . " I greet thee , bonny boat ! Whither , 125 THE BIRD AND THE SHIP.
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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 girl gleams gold golden grave Gypsy 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 SCENE shadows SHEPHERD silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave wild wind
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Página 5 - 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,
Página 15 - 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 of life...
Página 178 - 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...
Página 14 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Página 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...
Página 172 - Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee.
Página 187 - She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board ; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho ! ho I the breakers roared ! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast.
Página 19 - Workings are they of the self-same powers, Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming, Seeth in himself and in the flowers. Everywhere about us are they glowing, Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born : Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing, Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn...
Página 171 - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me...
Página 181 - Ne'er shall the sun arise On such another! "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!