The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 496 страници |
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... sound of joy ! They were my playmates when a child , And rocked me in their arms so wild ! A slumberous sound , a sound that brings Still they looked at me and smiled , The feelings of a dream , As of innumerable wings , As , when a ...
... sound of joy ! They were my playmates when a child , And rocked me in their arms so wild ! A slumberous sound , a sound that brings Still they looked at me and smiled , The feelings of a dream , As of innumerable wings , As , when a ...
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... sound , Some like stars , to tell us Spring is The river flowed between . The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow. born ; Others , their blue eyes with tears o'er- flowing , Stand like Řuth amid the golden corn ; Not alone ...
... sound , Some like stars , to tell us Spring is The river flowed between . The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow. born ; Others , their blue eyes with tears o'er- flowing , Stand like Řuth amid the golden corn ; Not alone ...
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... sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing , " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their ...
... sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing , " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their ...
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... sound of wail , And tears came to mine eye . ' " And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? " Led they not forth , in rapture , A beauteous ...
... sound of wail , And tears came to mine eye . ' " And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? " Led they not forth , in rapture , A beauteous ...
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... sounds , so low and calm , That in the groves of balm Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! Go , mingle yet once more With ... Sound , That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear ...
... sounds , so low and calm , That in the groves of balm Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! Go , mingle yet once more With ... Sound , That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear ...
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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.