Ballads, Lyrics and Sonnets: From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 230 страници |
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... wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as ...
... wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as ...
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... Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought . THE RAINY DAY . HE day is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall , But The Rainy Day 27.
... Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought . THE RAINY DAY . HE day is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall , But The Rainy Day 27.
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... wall , But at every gust the dead leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past , But the hopes of youth ...
... wall , But at every gust the dead leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past , But the hopes of youth ...
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... walls of thy nursery Are now like prison walls to thee . No more thy mother's smiles , No more the painted tiles , Delight thee , nor the playthings on the floor , That won thy little , beating heart before ; Thou strugglest for the ...
... walls of thy nursery Are now like prison walls to thee . No more thy mother's smiles , No more the painted tiles , Delight thee , nor the playthings on the floor , That won thy little , beating heart before ; Thou strugglest for the ...
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... walls , One whom memory oft recalls , The Father of his Country , dwelt . And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt . Up and down these echoing stairs , Heavy with the weight of ...
... walls , One whom memory oft recalls , The Father of his Country , dwelt . And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt . Up and down these echoing stairs , Heavy with the weight of ...
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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...