The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Bibliographical and Critical Notes, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... mysterious , Through the dreary darkness chanted ; Thoughts in attitudes imperious , Voices soft , and deep , and serious , Words that whispered , songs that haunted ! All the soul in rapt suspension , All the quivering , palpitating ...
... mysterious , Through the dreary darkness chanted ; Thoughts in attitudes imperious , Voices soft , and deep , and serious , Words that whispered , songs that haunted ! All the soul in rapt suspension , All the quivering , palpitating ...
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... mysterious Exodus of Death . And these sepulchral stones , so old and brown , That pave with level flags their burial - place , Seem like the tablets of the Law , thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base . The very names ...
... mysterious Exodus of Death . And these sepulchral stones , so old and brown , That pave with level flags their burial - place , Seem like the tablets of the Law , thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base . The very names ...
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... mysterious footsteps , There are whispers along the walls ! And mine at times is haunted By phantoms of the Past , As motionless as shadows By the silent moonlight cast . A form sits by the window , That is not seen by day , For as soon ...
... mysterious footsteps , There are whispers along the walls ! And mine at times is haunted By phantoms of the Past , As motionless as shadows By the silent moonlight cast . A form sits by the window , That is not seen by day , For as soon ...
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... mysterious far and near , Sound of the wind and sound of the sea , Are calling and whispering in his ear , " Simon Danz ! Why stayest thou here ? Come forth and follow me ! " So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more ...
... mysterious far and near , Sound of the wind and sound of the sea , Are calling and whispering in his ear , " Simon Danz ! Why stayest thou here ? Come forth and follow me ! " So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more ...
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... hear the crowing of the cocks , And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To - morrow creep . To - morrow ! the mysterious , unknown guest , Who cries to me : " Remember Barmecide , And TO - MORROW 139.
... hear the crowing of the cocks , And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To - morrow creep . To - morrow ! the mysterious , unknown guest , Who cries to me : " Remember Barmecide , And TO - MORROW 139.
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Страница 41 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town * That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 83 - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
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 42 - I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, And catch, in sudden gleams, The sheen of the far-surrounding seas, And islands that were the Hesperides Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the _ thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 43 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 27 - The stranger at my fireside cannot see The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear ; He but perceives what is ; while unto me All that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands ; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
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 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.
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. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's wiH is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts...