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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... soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark foliage ...
... soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark foliage ...
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... soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . And , falling on my weary brain , Like a fast - falling shower , ' The dreams of youth came back again ; Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the ...
... soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . And , falling on my weary brain , Like a fast - falling shower , ' The dreams of youth came back again ; Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the ...
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... Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language ...
... Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language ...
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... soft and sil- ver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all woven in gor- geous tissues , Flaunting gayly in the golden light ; Large desires , with most uncertain issues , Tender wishes , blossoming at night ! These ...
... soft and sil- ver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all woven in gor- geous tissues , Flaunting gayly in the golden light ; Large desires , with most uncertain issues , Tender wishes , blossoming at night ! These ...
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... soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , - To the voice gentle and low Of the soft air , like a daughter's breath , " Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms ...
... soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , - To the voice gentle and low Of the soft air , like a daughter's breath , " Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms ...
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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!