The Poems of Henry Van DykeC. Scribner's Sons, 1924 - 582 էջ |
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Asshur Assyrians beauty beneath BENHADAD birds bless bloom blue brave breast breath bright cheer crown Damascus dared dark dear deep earth edge of dark eyes face faith fear Felix fight flag flowers flows garden gift give gleam glory golden hand happy HAZAEL hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE hill hope HOUSE OF RIMMON Israel King labour land lift light living lonely look Lord Master mighty morning NAAMAN never nevermore night NUBTA o'er peace priests RAKHAZ rest REZON river of dreams rose royal door RUAHMAH RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET SABALLIDIN Samaria secret shalt shining ships SHUMAKIM silent sing sleep soldiers song sorrow soul stand stars strife sweet tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tide toil trees TSARPI veery voice wait waves weary whippoorwill wild wind wings wonderful word
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Էջ 315 - Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack: The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back. But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free,— We love our land for what she is and what she is to be. Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me I I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rotting sea.
Էջ 77 - These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth, — And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
Էջ 12 - IF ALL THE SKIES IF all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling plash of rain.
Էջ 408 - So it's home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!
Էջ 166 - Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market place or tranquil room ; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; Of all who live, I am the one by whom This work can best be done in the right way.
Էջ 76 - These are the gifts I ask Of thee, Spirit serene: Strength for the daily task, Courage to face the road, Good cheer to help me bear the traveller's load, And, for the hours of rest that come between, An inward joy in all things heard and seen.
Էջ 38 - Rejoice!" as if the world were new. This is the ballad the Bluebird sings, Unto his mate replying, Shaking the tune from his wings While he is flying: Surely, surely, surely, Life is dear Even here. Blue above, You to love, Purely, purely, purely.
Էջ 21 - WHEN tulips bloom in Union Square. And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like children lost in Vanity Fair; When every long, unlovely row Of westward houses stands aglow, And leads the eyes toward sunset skies Beyond the hills where green trees grow; Then weary seems the street parade.
Էջ 91 - Nevermore thou needest seek me; I am with thee everywhere; Raise the stone, and thou shall find me; cleave the wood, and I am there.
Էջ 288 - I LOVE thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons deep, Thy mountains wild and steep, All thy domains; Thy silver Eastern strands, Thy Golden Gate that stands Wide to the West; Thy flowery Southland fair, Thy sweet and crystal air, — O land beyond compare, Thee I love best!