Poems, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1860 |
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... blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above . O , not in cruelty , not in wrath , THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . 9.
... blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above . O , not in cruelty , not in wrath , THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . 9.
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... tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in Summer's green - emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the centre of his brazen shield ; Not alone in ...
... tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in Summer's green - emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the centre of his brazen shield ; Not alone in ...
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... The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES , the THE BELEAGUERED CITY . 25 25.
... The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES , the THE BELEAGUERED CITY . 25 25.
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... eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill 38 EARLIER POEMS .
... eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill 38 EARLIER POEMS .
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... tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ! -he our love hath shared ! Spare him ! -as thou wouldst be spared ! " Take thy banner ! · and if e'er - Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier , And the muffled drum should beat To the ...
... tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ! -he our love hath shared ! Spare him ! -as thou wouldst be spared ! " Take thy banner ! · and if e'er - Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier , And the muffled drum should beat To the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alcalá angel ANGELICA ARCHBISHOP Art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed bosom breast breath bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dreams earth Esaias Tegnér Exeunt eyes fair faith fall father fear flame flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gerónimo Gil girl gleam gold golden grave Gypsy hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden merry midnight night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA ring rise SCENE shadow silent silver sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave wild wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 239 - 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 172 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led, Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Página 182 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Página 173 - Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. " Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
Página 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.
Página 181 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
Página 176 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter ! Midships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water!
Página 185 - 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! 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. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the...
Página 249 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 24 - Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead. I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul.