Descriptive and reflective verseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... face , mine eye Fixed with mock study on my swimming book : Save if the door half opened , and I snatched A hasty glance , and still my heart leaped up , For still I hoped to see the stranger's face , Townsman , or aunt , or sister more ...
... face , mine eye Fixed with mock study on my swimming book : Save if the door half opened , and I snatched A hasty glance , and still my heart leaped up , For still I hoped to see the stranger's face , Townsman , or aunt , or sister more ...
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... face , I must pass from the face of the Sun : Old Want is awake and agog , every wrinkle a - frown ; The worker must pass to his work in the terrible town : But I fear not , nay , and I fear not the thing to be done ; I am strong with ...
... face , I must pass from the face of the Sun : Old Want is awake and agog , every wrinkle a - frown ; The worker must pass to his work in the terrible town : But I fear not , nay , and I fear not the thing to be done ; I am strong with ...
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... face Spare me and mine , nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them . Be it ours to meditate , In these calm shades , thy milder majesty , And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the ...
... face Spare me and mine , nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them . Be it ours to meditate , In these calm shades , thy milder majesty , And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the ...
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... face , to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! 66 Oh ! green , " said I , are Yarrow's holms , And sweet is Yarrow flowing ! Fair - hangs the apple frae the rock , But we will leave it growing . O'er hilly path , and open Strath , We ...
... face , to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! 66 Oh ! green , " said I , are Yarrow's holms , And sweet is Yarrow flowing ! Fair - hangs the apple frae the rock , But we will leave it growing . O'er hilly path , and open Strath , We ...
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... face The vast sweet visage of space . To the edge of the wood I am drawn , I am drawn , Where the gray beach glimmering runs , as a belt of the dawn , For a mete and a mark To the forest - dark : - So : Affable live - oak , leaning low ...
... face The vast sweet visage of space . To the edge of the wood I am drawn , I am drawn , Where the gray beach glimmering runs , as a belt of the dawn , For a mete and a mark To the forest - dark : - So : Affable live - oak , leaning low ...
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Página 10 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Página 13 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 10 - Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides : — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Página 280 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 161 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Página 16 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit. Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 48 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 51 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full...
Página 11 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 75 - THE isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — • Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set...