The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Bibliographical and Critical Notes, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 |
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... round us lie . But the night is fair , And everywhere A warm , soft vapor fills the air , And distant sounds seem near ; And above , in the light Of the star - lit night , Swift birds of passage wing their flight Through the dewy ...
... round us lie . But the night is fair , And everywhere A warm , soft vapor fills the air , And distant sounds seem near ; And above , in the light Of the star - lit night , Swift birds of passage wing their flight Through the dewy ...
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... Round the cloudy crags Caucasian ! Though to all there be not given Strength for such sublime endeavor , Thus to scale the walls of heaven , And to leaven with fiery leaven , All the hearts of men forever ; Yet all bards , whose hearts ...
... Round the cloudy crags Caucasian ! Though to all there be not given Strength for such sublime endeavor , Thus to scale the walls of heaven , And to leaven with fiery leaven , All the hearts of men forever ; Yet all bards , whose hearts ...
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... round me These the wild , bewildering fancies , That with dithyrambic dances As with magic circles bound me ? Ah ! how cold are their caresses ! Pallid cheeks , and haggard bosoms ! Spectral gleam their snow - white dresses , And from ...
... round me These the wild , bewildering fancies , That with dithyrambic dances As with magic circles bound me ? Ah ! how cold are their caresses ! Pallid cheeks , and haggard bosoms ! Spectral gleam their snow - white dresses , And from ...
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... rounds by which we may ascend . The low desire , the base design , That makes another's virtues less ; The revel of the ruddy wine , And all occasions of excess ; The longing for ignoble things ; The strife for triumph more than truth ...
... rounds by which we may ascend . The low desire , the base design , That makes another's virtues less ; The revel of the ruddy wine , And all occasions of excess ; The longing for ignoble things ; The strife for triumph more than truth ...
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... round Munjoy's hill and down to the old Fort Lawrence . " I lay down , " he says , " in one of the embrasures and listened to the lashing , lulling sound of the sea just at my feet . It was a beautiful afternoon , and the harbor was ...
... round Munjoy's hill and down to the old Fort Lawrence . " I lay down , " he says , " in one of the embrasures and listened to the lashing , lulling sound of the sea just at my feet . It was a beautiful afternoon , and the harbor was ...
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Agassiz angels Batyushka beautiful behold Bells of Lynn beneath birds Bons amis breast breath brooklet cloud crown dark dead death delight divine dreams earth Enceladus EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flame fleet flowers forever friends gate gleams Gods golden guests hand hast hath haunted hear heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HEPHÆSTUS Heracles HERMES HERMES TRISMEGISTUS Hexameter Inchkenneth King land lifted light Longfellow look loud mist mountain mysterious Nahant nevermore night o'er Oceanides pain PANDORA phantom poem poet prayer PROMETHEUS Putnam's Magazine Rain-in-the-Face river roar round rush sail San Blas Sandalphon seems shadow shining ships shore silent Simon Magus singing sleep snow song soul sound splendor stream street sunshine sweet thee thine thou thoughts of youth tide tower town unto vanished Verzenay Victor Galbraith voice walls wander Wapentake whisper wind wings words youth are long Zeus
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Страница 65 - And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Страница 58 - DAYBREAK. A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me.' It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, " Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Страница 53 - Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls, Upon the darkening walls.
Страница 61 - 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 52 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Страница 141 - I enter, and I see thee in the gloom Of the long aisles, O poet saturnine ! And strive to make my steps keep pace with thine. The air is filled with some unknown perfume ; The congregation of the dead make room For thee to pass ; the votive tapers shine ; Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb. From the confessionals I hear arise Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies, And lamentations from the crypts below ; And then a voice celestial that begins With...
Страница 61 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Страница 43 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. 41 And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 140 - OFT have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world retreat; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistlnguishable roar.
Страница 34 - THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT. How strange it seems ! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.