 THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches...  Poems - Страница 23по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1919 - 830 страници
...untamed army mules, and they are liable to bring defeat to you at any time." THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But whom their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villagers with strange alarms. Ah ! What a sound... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster - 1918 - 748 страници
...light She sleeps! My lady sleeps ! Sleeps ! 1840. Graham's Magazine, Sept., THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys I What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear even now the... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton - 1918 - 746 страници
...sleeps ! My lady sleeps ! Sleeps! 1840. Graham's Magazine, Sept., 1842. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swi ft keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear... | |
 | Massachusetts General Hospital. Nurses Alumnae Association - 1915 - 196 страници
...missed this opportunity for anything. Yours very sincerely, EDITH I. Cox. THE AKSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster - 1918 - 750 страници
...sleeps ! My lady sleeps! Sleeps ! 1840. Graham's Magazine, Sept., 1842. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, \Vhen the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1918 - 136 страници
...pleasant flowers ; Also thrives his gentle rays, Whereon human love displays. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, 5 When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1918 - 432 страници
...spoke of the mournful music that Death would bring from them. This fancy was the origin of the poem. This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. 5 Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys !... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1918 - 432 страници
...spoke of the mournful music that Death would bring from them. This fancy was the origin of the poem. This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. 5 Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys !... | |
 | Harry Lyman Koopman - 1919 - 648 страници
...concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs, Shines on a distant field. THE ARSENAL AT SPRING FIELD, THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a...pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah I what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What... | |
 | Raymond Macdonald Alden - 1921 - 450 страници
...Creed, faith. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW This is the Arsenal. From ROOT to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished...pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah I what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What... | |
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