The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. New complete ed., with illustr, by J. Gilbert |
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... Silent Love 570 Song from Lopez 562 Song from Vicente 566 Song of the Bell . 48 Song of the Silent Land 51 Soul's Complaint against the Body , The 565 Spring . 40 Statue over the Cathedral Door , The 218 Terrestrial Paradise , The . 38 ...
... Silent Love 570 Song from Lopez 562 Song from Vicente 566 Song of the Bell . 48 Song of the Silent Land 51 Soul's Complaint against the Body , The 565 Spring . 40 Statue over the Cathedral Door , The 218 Terrestrial Paradise , The . 38 ...
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... silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the ...
... silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the ...
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... silent reach . Then o'er the vale , with gentle swell , The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo - giving hills ; And the wild horn , whose voice the woodland fills , Was ringing to the merry shout , That faint and far the ...
... silent reach . Then o'er the vale , with gentle swell , The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo - giving hills ; And the wild horn , whose voice the woodland fills , Was ringing to the merry shout , That faint and far the ...
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... silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the silver brook , From its full laver , pours the white cascade ; And , babbling low amid the tangled woods , Slips down through moss - grown stones with endles laughter . And ...
... silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the silver brook , From its full laver , pours the white cascade ; And , babbling low amid the tangled woods , Slips down through moss - grown stones with endles laughter . And ...
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... silent lapse came down The glory , that the wood receives , At sunset , in its brazen leaves . Far upward in the mellow light Rose the blue hills . One cloud of white , Around a far uplifted cone , In the warm blush of evening shone ...
... silent lapse came down The glory , that the wood receives , At sunset , in its brazen leaves . Far upward in the mellow light Rose the blue hills . One cloud of white , Around a far uplifted cone , In the warm blush of evening shone ...
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Acadian angel BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds blessed bosom breath bright brooklet CHISPA clouds CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS dost dream earth Edenhall ELSIE Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest FRIAR Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek land LARA Laughing Laughing Water leaves light lips look loud LUCIFER maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night Nils Juel Nokomis o'er Osseo PADRE CURA pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer PRECIOSA PRINCE HENRY rise river rose round sail Saint sang shadow shining silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stand stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wampum wander waves weary whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Страница 90 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Страница 288 - 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! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Страница 81 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Страница 206 - 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. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Страница 633 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 85 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Страница 82 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. 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 ! ENDYMION.
Страница 187 - 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 643 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
Страница 53 - 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...