The Podesta's Daughter: And Other Miscellaneous PoemsA. Hart, 1852 - 156 pàgines |
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Pàgina 62
... waves their faces stoop . O carve you something of solid worth— Leave heaven to heaven , come , earth to earth . Carve that thy hearth - stone may glimmer bright , And thy children laugh in dancing light . " Steadily answered the ...
... waves their faces stoop . O carve you something of solid worth— Leave heaven to heaven , come , earth to earth . Carve that thy hearth - stone may glimmer bright , And thy children laugh in dancing light . " Steadily answered the ...
Pàgina 76
... waves of the multitudinous tone , Until , like a wingéd thing that glows With the first joy of its wings , arose In pride of triumph the mighty sound , And circled the mercy - seat around ; Till the glory grew , the sign was given , And ...
... waves of the multitudinous tone , Until , like a wingéd thing that glows With the first joy of its wings , arose In pride of triumph the mighty sound , And circled the mercy - seat around ; Till the glory grew , the sign was given , And ...
Pàgina 92
... planet , ever hanging In the mottled mists that welcome Coming morning , or at evening Peeping through the ruddy banners Of the clouds that wave a parting , From their high aerial summits , To the blazing god 92 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... planet , ever hanging In the mottled mists that welcome Coming morning , or at evening Peeping through the ruddy banners Of the clouds that wave a parting , From their high aerial summits , To the blazing god 92 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
Pàgina 93
... shady valley . ' Tis to thee my piny mountains Wave aloft their rustling branches , ' Tis to thee my opening flowrets Send on high their luscious odors , ' Tis to thee my leaping fountains Prattle through their THE SONG OF THE EARTH . 93.
... shady valley . ' Tis to thee my piny mountains Wave aloft their rustling branches , ' Tis to thee my opening flowrets Send on high their luscious odors , ' Tis to thee my leaping fountains Prattle through their THE SONG OF THE EARTH . 93.
Pàgina 106
... waves , dashing , splashing , Seem bacchantian cymbals clashing To the rumbling drum , And the shivering flutes ' shrill singing , And the jingling tabors ' ringing ; While anon , the hurly dying , Syrinx softly breathes her sighing ...
... waves , dashing , splashing , Seem bacchantian cymbals clashing To the rumbling drum , And the shivering flutes ' shrill singing , And the jingling tabors ' ringing ; While anon , the hurly dying , Syrinx softly breathes her sighing ...
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Pàgina 129 - The summer went, the winter came, — We could not rule the year ; But summer will melt the ice again, And open a path to the sunny main, Whereon our ships shall steer...
Pàgina 130 - Sir John, where are the English fields.' And where are the English trees ? And where are the little English flowers That open in the breeze ? ' ' " Be still, be still, my brave sailors! You shall see the fields again, And smell the scent of the opening flowers. The grass and the waving grain." " Oh ! when shall I see my orphan child? My Mary waits for me.
Pàgina 125 - Between your land and the polar star My goodly vessels go." " Come down, if you would journey there," The little Indian said ; " And change your cloth for fur clothing, Your vessel for a sled.
Pàgina 128 - A sled were better than a ship, To cruise through ice and snow. Down sank the baleful crimson sun, The northern light came out, And glared upon the ice-bound ships, And shook its spears about.
Pàgina 125 - My goodly vessels go. Come down, if you would journey there, The little Indian said ; And change your cloth for fur clothing, Your vessel for a sled. But lightly laughed the stout Sir John, And the crew laughed with him too : — A sailor to change from ship to sled, I ween, were something new ! All through the long, long polar day, The vessels westward sped ; And wherever the sail of Sir John was blown, The ice gave way and fled : Gave way with many a hollow groan, And with many a surly roar, But...
Pàgina 131 - Oh, think you, good Sir John Franklin. We'll ever see the land ? 'Twas cruel to send us here to starve Without a helping hand.
Pàgina 60 - Silently sat the artist alone, Carving a Christ from the ivory bone. Little by little with toil and pain, He won his way through the sightless grain, That held and yet hid the thing he sought, Till the work stood up, a growing thought.
Pàgina 128 - Down sank the baleful crimson sun, The northern light came out, And glared upon the ice-bound ships, And shook its spears about. The snow came down, storm breeding storm, And on the decks was laid : Till the weary sailor, sick at heart, Sank down beside his spade. Sir John ! the night is black and long, The hissing wind is bleak, The hard green ice is strong as death : — I prithee, Captain ! speak ! The night is neither bright nor short, The singing breeze is cold : The ice is not so strong as...
Pàgina 126 - Gave way with many a hollow groan, And with many a surly roar ; But it murmured and threatened on every side, And closed where he sailed before. " Ho ! see ye not, my merry men, The broad and open sea ? Bethink ye what the whaler said, Think of the little Indian's sled !" The crew laughed out in glee. " Sir John, Sir John, 'tis bitter cold, The scud drives on the breeze, The ice comes looming from the north, The very sunbeams freeze.
Pàgina 124 - The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...