Poems Grave and GayTicknor and Fields, 1867 - 214 sidor |
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Sida 135 - Winds, and our flag of stripe and star Shall bear to coasts that lie afar, Where men shall wonder at the view, And ask in what fair groves they grew...
Sida 49 - O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the last blooms of autumn withered lie.
Sida 45 - O sweet September! thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool, fresh air, whence health and vigor spring, And promise of exceeding joy hereafter GEORGE ARNOLD.
Sida 12 - His large humanity was quick to find excuses for the errors and the faults of others. He could throw himself with hearty zest into the pleasures of the passing hour ; and thus, wherever he went, he attracted friends. Among men of letters his presence was sunshine. None could take keener delight than he did in " Genial table-talk, Or deep dispute and graceful jest.
Sida 14 - In fitting aptest words to things, Or voice the richest-toned that sings, Hath power to give thee as thou wert ? I care not in these fading days To raise a cry that lasts not long, And round thee with the breeze of song To stir a little dust of praise.
Sida 45 - The wild hawk's shadow fleets across the grass, Its softened gray the softened green outvying ; And fair scenes fairer grow while yet they pass, As breezes freshen when the day is dying.
Sida 178 - I sing beneath your lattice, love, A serenade in praise of you; The moon is getting rather high, My voice is, too, my voice is, too. The lakelet in deep shadow lies, Where frogs make much hullabaloo, I think they sing a trifle hoarse, And I do, too, and I do, too. The blossoms on the pumpkin vine Are weeping diamond tears of dew; 'Tis warm, the flowers are wilting fast, My linen, too, my linen, too. All motionless the cedars stand, With silent moonbeams glancing through, The very air is drowsy, love,...
Sida 55 - The Merry Christmas, with its generous boards, Its fire-lit hearths, and gifts, and blazing trees, Its pleasant voices uttering gentle words, Its genial mirth, attuned to sweet accords, Its holy memories ! The fairest season of the passing year, . . . The Merry Merry Christmas time is here.
Sida 23 - IMuST away to wooded hills and vales, Where broad, slow streams flow cool and silently, And idle barges flap their listless sails. For me the summer sunset glows and pales, And green fields wait for me.
Sida 23 - I dream of uplands where the primrose shines, And waves her yellow lamps above the lea ; Of tangled copses swung with trailing vines ; Of open vistas, skirted with tall pines, Where green fields wait for me. I think of long, sweet afternoons, when I May lie and listen to the distant sea, Or hear the breezes in the reeds that sigh, Or insect voices chirping shrill and dry, In fields that wait for me. These dreams of summer come to bid me find The forest's shade, the wild bird's melody, While summer's...