The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 страници |
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... morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmèd air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of ...
... morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmèd air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of ...
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... morning comes . O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate , Departs with silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the ...
... morning comes . O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate , Departs with silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the ...
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... morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , -and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . F TRANSLATIONS . THE ...
... morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , -and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . F TRANSLATIONS . THE ...
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... morning , Through the gross vapors , Mars grows fiery red Down in the west upon the ocean floor , Appeared to me , may I again behold it ! A light along the sea , so swiftly coming , Its motion by no flight of wing is equalled . And ...
... morning , Through the gross vapors , Mars grows fiery red Down in the west upon the ocean floor , Appeared to me , may I again behold it ! A light along the sea , so swiftly coming , Its motion by no flight of wing is equalled . And ...
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... morning , Fields deserted lie ! Bell ! thou soundest merrily ; Tellest thou at evening , Bed - time draweth nigh ! Bell ! thou soundest mournfully ; Tellest thou the bitter Parting hath gone by ! Say ! how canst thou mourn ? How canst ...
... morning , Fields deserted lie ! Bell ! thou soundest merrily ; Tellest thou at evening , Bed - time draweth nigh ! Bell ! thou soundest mournfully ; Tellest thou the bitter Parting hath gone by ! Say ! how canst thou mourn ? How canst ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet Captain clouds dark dead Death descended door dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE Julius Cæsar JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips living look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning murmur night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla Puritan restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Страница 275 - 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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Страница 239 - 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 248 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Страница 143 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Страница 153 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Страница 275 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary...
Страница 368 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each...
Страница 339 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Страница 144 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Страница 153 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong. That it can follow the flight of song • Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend, SONNETS.