The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 496 страници |
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... till death . THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER . FROM THE SWEDISH OF BISHOP TEGNÉR . PENTECOST , day of rejoicing , had come . The church of the village Gleaming stood in the morning's sheen . On the spire of the belfry , Decked with a ...
... till death . THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER . FROM THE SWEDISH OF BISHOP TEGNÉR . PENTECOST , day of rejoicing , had come . The church of the village Gleaming stood in the morning's sheen . On the spire of the belfry , Decked with a ...
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... till at last the perfected blossom Opens its odorous chalice , and rocks with its crown in the breezes , So was unfolded here the Christian lore of salvation , Line by line from the soul of childhood . The fathers and mothers Stood ...
... till at last the perfected blossom Opens its odorous chalice , and rocks with its crown in the breezes , So was unfolded here the Christian lore of salvation , Line by line from the soul of childhood . The fathers and mothers Stood ...
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... till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge , With measured beat and slow , Like a sexton ringing the village bell , When the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school Look in at ...
... till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge , With measured beat and slow , Like a sexton ringing the village bell , When the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school Look in at ...
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... till the west - wind blows , The freighted clouds at anchor lie . All things are new ; -the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm - tree's nodding crest , My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past , But the hopes of youth fall ...
... till the west - wind blows , The freighted clouds at anchor lie . All things are new ; -the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm - tree's nodding crest , My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past , But the hopes of youth fall ...
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... Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling , Half in rest , and half in strife , I have seen thy waters stealing Onward , like the stream of life . Thou hast taught me , Silent ...
... Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling , Half in rest , and half in strife , I have seen thy waters stealing Onward , like the stream of life . Thou hast taught me , Silent ...
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Страница 126 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Страница 3 - Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Страница 40 - Try not the pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Страница 36 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 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 40 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Страница 79 - Is it, O man, with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies? Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.
Страница 212 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Страница 236 - You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Страница 40 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Страница 9 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.