Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowCrowell, 1901 - 371 страници With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole. Notes on poems. |
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... leaf of an invitation . Longfellow's college work consisted of one oral lecture a week throughout the year , two extra lectures a week on belles - lettres in the summer , and superintendence of the four or more subordinate instructors ...
... leaf of an invitation . Longfellow's college work consisted of one oral lecture a week throughout the year , two extra lectures a week on belles - lettres in the summer , and superintendence of the four or more subordinate instructors ...
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... abroad he flung The multitudinous music from his tongue , As after showers , a sudden gust again Upon the leaves shakes down the rattling rain . He notes in his diary some pendants to Schiller's poetic HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . xxi.
... abroad he flung The multitudinous music from his tongue , As after showers , a sudden gust again Upon the leaves shakes down the rattling rain . He notes in his diary some pendants to Schiller's poetic HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . xxi.
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... leaves some trace of its passage , Though the succeeding wave washes it out from the sand . On the second of December , the following year , he began his Puritan pastoral , " The Courtship of Miles Standish , " which he had before tried ...
... leaves some trace of its passage , Though the succeeding wave washes it out from the sand . On the second of December , the following year , he began his Puritan pastoral , " The Courtship of Miles Standish , " which he had before tried ...
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... leaves , Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move . Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; His hoary arms uplifted he , And all the broad leaves over me Clapped their little hands in glee , With one ...
... leaves , Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move . Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ; His hoary arms uplifted he , And all the broad leaves over me Clapped their little hands in glee , With one ...
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... leaves , fall fast ; Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can ...
... leaves , fall fast ; Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows Balt beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds breath bright Carlos clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dream earth Edenhall ELSIE eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest forever FRIAR Gipsy gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing Water light lips listen look loud LUCIFER maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin monk moon morning never night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Preciosa PRINCE HENRY river rose round sail Saint sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wigwam wild wind words youth
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Страница 127 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Страница 127 - 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 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Страница 102 - 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: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Страница 148 - 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 3 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! 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...
Страница 116 - Forever — never ! Never — forever ! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead ; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? '" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Страница 50 - UNDER a spreading chestnut tree 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.
Страница 5 - FLOWERS. SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Страница 132 - THE BUILDERS. ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.