The belfry of Bruges & other poems. Evangeline. The seaside & the firesideJ. R. Osgood & Company, 1873 |
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... fountains , rising through the painted air . Here , when Art was still religion , with a simple , reverent heart , Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer , the Evangelist of Art ; Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with Nuremberg 19.
... fountains , rising through the painted air . Here , when Art was still religion , with a simple , reverent heart , Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer , the Evangelist of Art ; Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with Nuremberg 19.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered , seeking for the Better Land . Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not , but ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered , seeking for the Better Land . Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not , but ...
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... sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me . Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers , Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years . And I think how many thousands Of care - encumbered ...
... sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me . Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers , Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years . And I think how many thousands Of care - encumbered ...
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... sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay , That shall soothe this restless feeling , And banish the thoughts of day . VOL . V. 3 D Not from the grand old masters , Not from ...
... sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay , That shall soothe this restless feeling , And banish the thoughts of day . VOL . V. 3 D Not from the grand old masters , Not from ...
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... sorrow and of mirth , Through days of death and days of birth , Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if , like God , it all things saw , It calmly repeats those words of awe , - " Forever ...
... sorrow and of mirth , Through days of death and days of birth , Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if , like God , it all things saw , It calmly repeats those words of awe , - " Forever ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath blossom breath bride Bruges burning CHRYSAOR cloud cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest forever Forever never Gabriel Gascon Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven higher Sing Jasmin JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light loud maiden meadows Minnesingers morning never Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless restless heart rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow shining ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wandered wave weary wild wind words youth
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Page 79 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small, Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 224 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 50 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 51 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 227 - 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. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Page 87 - The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 63 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 112 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 212 - That the sailing sea-bird slowly Poised upon the mast to hear, Till his soul was full of longing, And he cried, with impulse strong, — " Helmsman ! for the love of heaven, Teach me, too, that wondrous song ! " " Wouldst thou," — so the helmsman answered, " Learn the secret of the sea ? Only those who brave its dangers Comprehend its mystery...
Page 225 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; 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.