The Courtship of Miles Standish, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 215 страници |
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... OLIVER BASSELIN 155 VICTOR GALBRAITH 160 MY LOST YOUTH 164 THE ROPEWALK 170 THE GOLDEN MILE - STONE 174 CATAWBA WINE 178 SANTA FILOMENA 182 THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE 186 DAYBREAK 194 THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ 196 CHILDREN ...
... OLIVER BASSELIN 155 VICTOR GALBRAITH 160 MY LOST YOUTH 164 THE ROPEWALK 170 THE GOLDEN MILE - STONE 174 CATAWBA WINE 178 SANTA FILOMENA 182 THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE 186 DAYBREAK 194 THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ 196 CHILDREN ...
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... no more ! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races , but does not restore , And the dead nations never rise again . OLIVER BASSELIN . In the Valley of the Vire Still 154 THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT .
... no more ! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races , but does not restore , And the dead nations never rise again . OLIVER BASSELIN . In the Valley of the Vire Still 154 THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT .
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... Oliver Basselin lived here . " Far above it , on the steep , Ruined stands the old Château ; Nothing but the donjon - keep Left for shelter or for show . Its vacant eyes Stare at the skies , Stare at 155 OLIVER BASSELIN.
... Oliver Basselin lived here . " Far above it , on the steep , Ruined stands the old Château ; Nothing but the donjon - keep Left for shelter or for show . Its vacant eyes Stare at the skies , Stare at 155 OLIVER BASSELIN.
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... Basselin Songs that fill That ancient mill With a splendor of its own . Never feeling of unrest Broke the pleasant dream he dreamed 156 OLIVER BASSELIN .
... Basselin Songs that fill That ancient mill With a splendor of its own . Never feeling of unrest Broke the pleasant dream he dreamed 156 OLIVER BASSELIN .
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... revelled in his line . From the alehouse and the inn , Opening on the narrow street , Came the loud , convivial din , Singing and applause of feet , The laughing lays That in those days Sang the poet 14 OLIVER BASSELIN . 157.
... revelled in his line . From the alehouse and the inn , Opening on the narrow street , Came the loud , convivial din , Singing and applause of feet , The laughing lays That in those days Sang the poet 14 OLIVER BASSELIN . 157.
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Страница 197 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Страница 125 - We have not wings, we cannot soar But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees — by more and more — The cloudy summits of our time.
Страница 169 - A boy's will is the, wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 126 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen before — A path to higher destinies. Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.
Страница 195 - WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, "Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Страница 165 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 137 - Our little lives are kept in equipoise By opposite attractions and desires ; The struggle of the instinct that enjoys, And the more noble instinct that aspires.
Страница 198 - Or tell a more marvellous tale. So she keeps him still a child, And will not let him go, Though at times his heart beats wild For the beautiful Pays de Vaud; Though at times he hears in his dreams The Ranz des Vaches of old, And the rush of mountain streams From glaciers clear and cold; And the mother at home says, "Hark! For his voice I listen and yearn; It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return!
Страница 177 - Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion, Nor the march of the encroaching city, Drives an exile From the hearth of his ancestral homestead. We may build more splendid habitations, Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannot Buy with gold the old associations...
Страница 201 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks 1 Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.