The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Bibliographical and Critical Notes, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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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 full ...
... 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 full ...
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Agassiz angels Batyushka beautiful BELISARIUS Bells of Lynn beneath birds Bons amis breast breath cloud crown dark dead death delight DIVINA COMMEDIA divine dreams earth Enceladus EPIMETHEUS EUMENIDES eyes fair feet fire flame fleet flowers forever gate gleams Gods golden Gosudar guests hand hast hath haunted hear heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HEPHÆSTUS HERMES HERMES TRISMEGISTUS Inchkenneth KERAMOS King land lifted light living Longfellow loud MASQUE OF PANDORA mist MORITURI mountain mysterious Nahant night o'er pain PALINGENESIS phantom poem poet PROMETHEUS Putnam's Magazine Rain-in-the-Face river round sails Sandalphon seems shadow shining ships shore silent singing sleep song soul sound splendor stream street sunshine sweet T. B. Aldrich thee thine thou thoughts of youth tide toil tower town vanished Verzenay Victor Galbraith VITTORIA COLONNA voice walls wander Wapentake whisper wind wings words Written youth are long Zeus
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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...