Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowT. Y. Crowell, 1901 - 371 страници With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole. Notes on poems. |
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... heard no more . The warriors that fought for their country , and bled , Have sunk to their rest ; the damp earth is their bed ; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose , Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes ...
... heard no more . The warriors that fought for their country , and bled , Have sunk to their rest ; the damp earth is their bed ; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose , Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes ...
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... the " Kalevala . " He wrote to Sumner that the charge was " truly one of the greatest literary outrages " he had ever heard of . He added . " I can give chapter and verse for these legends . Their xxiv HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... the " Kalevala . " He wrote to Sumner that the charge was " truly one of the greatest literary outrages " he had ever heard of . He added . " I can give chapter and verse for these legends . Their xxiv HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
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... heard Liszt play on his pianoforte . Returning through Germany and Switzerland , he stayed long enough in England to receive the degree of D.C.L. at Oxford , and to visit Devonshire , the Scottish Lakes , and the regions sacred to Burns ...
... heard Liszt play on his pianoforte . Returning through Germany and Switzerland , he stayed long enough in England to receive the degree of D.C.L. at Oxford , and to visit Devonshire , the Scottish Lakes , and the regions sacred to Burns ...
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... heard a brother poet of yours , for whom I hope you have as much regard as I have , say the other day that you had not only written no line which dying you would wish to blot , but not one which living you had not a right to be proud of ...
... heard a brother poet of yours , for whom I hope you have as much regard as I have , say the other day that you had not only written no line which dying you would wish to blot , but not one which living you had not a right to be proud of ...
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... HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence , by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm ...
... HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence , by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm ...
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Страница 115 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Страница 100 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Страница 120 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day, we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her ; and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Страница 104 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if. like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — " Forever — never! Never — forever...
Страница 120 - 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 347 - Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo...
Страница 36 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray tliee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.
Страница 262 - Of all beasts he learned the language, learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Страница 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Страница 1 - 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!