The Poetical Works of Longfellow: Including Recent Poems. With Explanatory Notes, Etc. ...Griffith and Farran, 1890 - 632 страници |
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... Flowers 10 The Light of Stars 10 To William E. Channing .... 41 Flowers 11 The Slave's Dream 41 The Beleaguered City 12 The Good Part that shall not be taken Midnight Mass for the Dying Year L'Envoi 13 away 42 13 The Slave Singing at ...
... Flowers 10 The Light of Stars 10 To William E. Channing .... 41 Flowers 11 The Slave's Dream 41 The Beleaguered City 12 The Good Part that shall not be taken Midnight Mass for the Dying Year L'Envoi 13 away 42 13 The Slave Singing at ...
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... flower of the plain . I love the season well , When forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance ...
... flower of the plain . I love the season well , When forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance ...
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... 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 roebuck's skin Covered the warrior , and within Its heavy folds the ...
... 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 roebuck's skin Covered the warrior , and within Its heavy folds the ...
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... flowers , the leaves , the river on its way , Blue skies , and silver clouds , and gentle winds , The swelling upland , where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope , at evening , goes , - Groves , through whose broken roof the sky ...
... flowers , the leaves , the river on its way , Blue skies , and silver clouds , and gentle winds , The swelling upland , where the sidelong sun Aslant the wooded slope , at evening , goes , - Groves , through whose broken roof the sky ...
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... FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper. TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ...
... FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper. TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows Balt beautiful behold beneath birds breath Carlos clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Elsie eyes face father fear feet filled fire flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy gleam golden hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pause Pray prayer Preciosa priest Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood sunshine sweet tale thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Страница 34 - Excelsior! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior!
Страница 37 - ARROW AND THE SONG. 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
Страница 9 - MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream I" For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal;
Страница 11 - When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the
Страница 24 - 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 nor forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred! .And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace 1
Страница 313 - 28, 1857. IT was fifty years ago, In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee.
Страница 39 - golden prime, An affluence of love and time ! Even as a miser counts his gold, Those hours the ancient timepiece told, — " For ever—never! Never—for ever !" From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of
Страница 46 - Far off the noises of the world retreat • The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs dies away, While the eternal ages watch and wait, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, n.
Страница 39 - For ever—never ! Never—for ever !" In that mansion used to be Free-hearted Hospitality ; His great fires up the chimney roared ; The stranger feasted at his board ; But, like the skeleton at the feast, That warning timepiece never ceased, — " For ever—never ! Never—for ever ! ' There groups of merry children played, There youths and maidens dreaming strayed
Страница 100 - L In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas, Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pro" Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number. Dikes, that the hands of the