Ballads, Lyrics and Sonnets: From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 230 страници |
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... sweet tune , Morning rises into noon , May glides onward into June . Childhood is the bough , where slumbered Birds and blossoms many - numbered ; - Age , that bough with snows encumbered . Gather , then , each flower that grows , When ...
... sweet tune , Morning rises into noon , May glides onward into June . Childhood is the bough , where slumbered Birds and blossoms many - numbered ; - Age , that bough with snows encumbered . Gather , then , each flower that grows , When ...
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... sweet anger , When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the clock eleven , And , from out the silent heaven , Silence on the town descended . Silence , silence everywhere , On the earth and in the air , Save that footsteps here ...
... sweet anger , When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the clock eleven , And , from out the silent heaven , Silence on the town descended . Silence , silence everywhere , On the earth and in the air , Save that footsteps here ...
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... , Of earth and folly born ! " Solemnly sang the village choir On that sweet Sabbath morn . Through the closed blinds the golden sun Poured in a dusty beam , Like the celestial ladder seen By Jacob in his dream A Gleam of Sunshine 47.
... , Of earth and folly born ! " Solemnly sang the village choir On that sweet Sabbath morn . Through the closed blinds the golden sun Poured in a dusty beam , Like the celestial ladder seen By Jacob in his dream A Gleam of Sunshine 47.
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... Sweet - scented with the hay , Turned o'er the hymn - book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee ...
... Sweet - scented with the hay , Turned o'er the hymn - book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful , And still I thought of thee ...
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... Sweet Pandora ! dear Pandora ! Why did mighty Jove create thee Coy as Thetis , fair as Flora , Beautiful as young Aurora , If to win thee is to hate thee ? No , not hate thee ! for this feeling Of unrest and long resistance Is but ...
... Sweet Pandora ! dear Pandora ! Why did mighty Jove create thee Coy as Thetis , fair as Flora , Beautiful as young Aurora , If to win thee is to hate thee ? No , not hate thee ! for this feeling Of unrest and long resistance Is but ...
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Страница 26 - 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 27 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 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.
Страница 37 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Страница 117 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee. •• Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread . In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away, With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Страница 58 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Страница 86 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Страница 57 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Страница 102 - 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 16 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Страница 72 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...