The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 страници |
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... strong again . Within my breast there is no light , But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the unconquered will , He rises in my breast , Serene , and resolute , and still ...
... strong again . Within my breast there is no light , But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the unconquered will , He rises in my breast , Serene , and resolute , and still ...
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... strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their pale hands so meekly , Spake ...
... strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their pale hands so meekly , Spake ...
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... strong lance shivering breaks . " Take thy banner ! and , beneath The battle - cloud's encircling wreath , Guard it - till our homes are free ! Guard it ! -God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of ...
... strong lance shivering breaks . " Take thy banner ! and , beneath The battle - cloud's encircling wreath , Guard it - till our homes are free ! Guard it ! -God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of ...
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... strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . They 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 ...
... strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . They 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 ...
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... strong wind . And here , amid The silent majesty of these deep woods , Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth , As to the sunshine and the pure bright air , Their tops the green trees lift . Hence gifted bards Have ever loved ...
... strong wind . And here , amid The silent majesty of these deep woods , Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth , As to the sunshine and the pure bright air , Their tops the green trees lift . Hence gifted bards Have ever loved ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges Captain clouds COPLAS DE MANRIQUE dark dead Death descended dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest GASPAR BECERRA gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy HUMPHREY GILBERT John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Страница 273 - 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 237 - 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 246 - 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 141 - 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 151 - 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 273 - 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 366 - 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 337 - 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 142 - 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 151 - 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.