Poems of Henry W. Longfellow: Including Evangeline, The Song of Hiawatha and the Courtship of Miles StandishA. L. Burt, 1901 - 347 страници |
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... sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse ac- cord , Amid ...
... sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse ac- cord , Amid ...
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... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
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... sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore , And he departed swiftly as he came . THE TERRESTRIAL PARA- DISE ...
... sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore , And he departed swiftly as he came . THE TERRESTRIAL PARA- DISE ...
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... Sang from the meadow . " But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . " 6 Many a ...
... Sang from the meadow . " But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . " 6 Many a ...
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... at full speed . He wore upon his spurs Twelve little golden birds ; Anon he spurred his steed with a clang , And there sat all the birds and sang . He wore upon his spurs Twelve little golden wheels ; THE ELECTED KNIGHT . 39.
... at full speed . He wore upon his spurs Twelve little golden birds ; Anon he spurred his steed with a clang , And there sat all the birds and sang . He wore upon his spurs Twelve little golden wheels ; THE ELECTED KNIGHT . 39.
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Acadian Alden answer arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos CHISPA clouds cried CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death DON CARLOS dreams earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fire flowers forest Gitche Gumee gleam golden grave Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha HYPOLITO Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land LARA Laughing Water leaves light look loud maiden maize meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo PADRE CURA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA Priscilla rise river rose round rushing sail Sandalphon sang shadows shining silent singing sleep smile snow soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought trees unto VICTORIAN village voice wampum waves weary whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Страница 294 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight.
Страница 315 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Страница 36 - She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight ? Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded ? "Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, — Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen!
Страница 57 - Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest ; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy. PART THE FIRST I. IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas, Distant, secluded, still, the little village of GrandPre Lay in the fruitful valley.
Страница 35 - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song...
Страница 286 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts!
Страница 286 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade.
Страница 223 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Страница 4 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Страница 36 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death !' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!' Mid-ships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water!