Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Band 27 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alfred Billings Street amid beauty beneath bloom blue bosom brave breast breath bright calm clouds dark dash deep dream earth echoes Edmund Clarence Stedman fair fall Fitz-Greene Halleck flash floating flowers foam forest forever gaze glades gleam glide glittering glory glow golden grave gray green hath haunts hear heard heart heaven Henry Theodore Tuckerman Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills hour hues isle James Gates Percival John Greenleaf Whittier lake land leap light lone loved Lydia Huntley Sigourney mighty mingle morning mountain murmuring night o'er peace Perkiomen pines rebel river roar rocks rolled round rushing scene SENECA LAKE shade shadows shore silence silver skies sleep smile soft song sparkling Staten Island steep stood stream summer sunny sunshine sweet thee thine Thomas Buchanan Read Thomas Gold Appleton thou thought thunder tide trees vale voice wandering wave wild winds wings woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 30 - Oh, spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies! When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand— Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand. My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm...
Seite 29 - Take thy banner ! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it ! — till our homes are free ! Guard it ! — God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour, In the breaking forth of power, In the rush of steeds and men, His right hand will shield thee then. •' Take thy banner ! But, when night Closes round the ghastly fight, If the vanquished warrior bow, Spare him ! — By our holy vow, By our prayers and many tears, By the mercy that endears, Spare him ! — he our love hath...
Seite 137 - NOT in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see, Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty ! — here, amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud — Choking the ways that wind 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.
Seite 189 - The soldier flew, the sailor too, And scared almost to death, sir, Wore out their shoes to spread the news, And ran till out of breath, sir. Now up and down, throughout the town, Most frantic scenes were acted ; And some ran here and others there, Like men almost distracted. Some fire...
Seite 29 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Seite 152 - And what are we That hear the question of that voice sublime ? O, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life to thy unceasing roar ? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to HIM Who drowned a world and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might.
Seite 162 - Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead : and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder, power to speak of him Eternally — bidding the lip of man Keep silence — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Seite 100 - TENNANT'S ANSTER FAIR. ?' I MS the middle watch of a Summer's night — The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright ; Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cronest; She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below...
Seite 96 - ... whispers, and some men saw, In the antique vestments and long white hair, The Past of the Nation in battle there ; And some of the soldiers since declare That the gleam of his old white hat afar, Like the crested plume of the brave Navarre, That day was their oriflamme of war.
Seite 95 - Just where the tide of battle turns, Erect and lonely stood old John Burns. How do you think the man was dressed ? He wore an ancient long buff vest, Yellow as saffron — but his best ; And, buttoned over his manly breast, Was a bright blue coat, with a rolling collar, And large gilt buttons, — size of a dollar, — With tails that the country-folk called "swaller.