The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, 1877 - 644 страници |
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... thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains ...
... thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains ...
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... thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring , those beautiful har- bingers Of sunny skies and ...
... thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring , those beautiful har- bingers Of sunny skies and ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... thee , When raging fierce and fearfully , Was quenched in tears ! Spain's haughty Constable , the true And gallant Master , whom we knew Most loved of all ; Breathe not a whisper of his pride , He on the gloomy scaffold died , Ignoble ...
... thee , When raging fierce and fearfully , Was quenched in tears ! Spain's haughty Constable , the true And gallant Master , whom we knew Most loved of all ; Breathe not a whisper of his pride , He on the gloomy scaffold died , Ignoble ...
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... thee my weary soul is crying , Wait for me ! Yet why ask it , when I see , With feet nailed to the cross , thou ' rt waiting still for me ! TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LORD , what am I , that , with unceasing care ...
... thee my weary soul is crying , Wait for me ! Yet why ask it , when I see , With feet nailed to the cross , thou ' rt waiting still for me ! TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LORD , what am I , that , with unceasing care ...
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Страница 221 - 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.
Страница 3 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Страница 37 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Страница 130 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Страница 239 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Страница 3 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Страница 41 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior!
Страница 130 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Страница 240 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Страница 94 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? " As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...