The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Bibliographical and Critical Notes, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... , 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 atmosphere . I hear the beat Of their pinions fleet , As.
... , 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 atmosphere . I hear the beat Of their pinions fleet , As.
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... art thou ever dearer , O my Sibyl , my deceiver ! For thou makest each mystery clearer , And the unattained seems nearer , When thou fillest my heart with fever ! Muse of all the Gifts and Graces ! Though the EPIMETHEUS 19.
... art thou ever dearer , O my Sibyl , my deceiver ! For thou makest each mystery clearer , And the unattained seems nearer , When thou fillest my heart with fever ! Muse of all the Gifts and Graces ! Though the EPIMETHEUS 19.
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... seems to have made no use of it until October 11 , 1850 , when he relates : " I was in the college library to - day , asking for Mather's Magnalia . Dr. Harris gave it to me , saying , ' You cannot find in it what you want , for there ...
... seems to have made no use of it until October 11 , 1850 , when he relates : " I was in the college library to - day , asking for Mather's Magnalia . Dr. Harris gave it to me , saying , ' You cannot find in it what you want , for there ...
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... seems ! These Hebrews in their graves , Close by the street of this fair seaport town , Silent beside the never ... Seem like the tablets of the Law , thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base . The very names recorded here ...
... seems ! These Hebrews in their graves , Close by the street of this fair seaport town , Silent beside the never ... Seem like the tablets of the Law , thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base . The very names recorded here ...
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... seem to be everywhere . They almost devour me with kisses , Their arms about me entwine , Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse - Tower on the Rhine ! Do you think , O blue - eyed banditti , Because you have scaled the wall ...
... seem to be everywhere . They almost devour me with kisses , Their arms about me entwine , Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse - Tower on the Rhine ! Do you think , O blue - eyed banditti , Because you have scaled the wall ...
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Agassiz angels beautiful 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 March 30 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 verse Verzenay Victor Galbraith voice walls wander Wapentake whisper wind wings words youth are long
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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...