Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowCrowell, 1901 - 371 страници With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole. Notes on poems. |
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... Woods in Winter • Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem at the Conse- cration of Pulaski's Banner . Sunrise on the Hills The Spirit of Poetry • Burial of the Minnisink Translations . Coplas de Manrique The Good Shepherd To - morrow ...
... Woods in Winter • Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem at the Conse- cration of Pulaski's Banner . Sunrise on the Hills The Spirit of Poetry • Burial of the Minnisink Translations . Coplas de Manrique The Good Shepherd To - morrow ...
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... wood . 130 By the Fireside . · • • Resignation • 131 The Builders 132 Sand of the Desert in an Hour- • glass 133 · Birds of Passage · 134 · The Open Window 134 • · · King Witlaf's Drinking - horn . 134 Rain in Summer • · · Gaspar ...
... wood . 130 By the Fireside . · • • Resignation • 131 The Builders 132 Sand of the Desert in an Hour- • glass 133 · Birds of Passage · 134 · The Open Window 134 • · · King Witlaf's Drinking - horn . 134 Rain in Summer • · · Gaspar ...
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... Day of Sunshine • TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN : Prelude- The Wayside Inn The Landlord's Tale : Paul Revere's Ride • 353 Something left Undone . Weariness • 356 NOTES PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green CONTENTS . V.
... Day of Sunshine • TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN : Prelude- The Wayside Inn The Landlord's Tale : Paul Revere's Ride • 353 Something left Undone . Weariness • 356 NOTES PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green CONTENTS . V.
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... wood , though he found it rather irksome . As a makeshift for either , he wrote his father : " I have marked out an image upon my closet door about my own size ; and whenever I feel the want of exercise I strip off my coat , and ...
... wood , though he found it rather irksome . As a makeshift for either , he wrote his father : " I have marked out an image upon my closet door about my own size ; and whenever I feel the want of exercise I strip off my coat , and ...
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... woods and winding brooks . And the wind sighs o'er the lea , — Woods and streams I leave you then , While the shadows in the glen - Lengthen by the greenwood tree . - So far we find not a ray of originality , nor one of those graceful ...
... woods and winding brooks . And the wind sighs o'er the lea , — Woods and streams I leave you then , While the shadows in the glen - Lengthen by the greenwood tree . - So far we find not a ray of originality , nor one of those graceful ...
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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.