The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 81
... follow her with lighted candles in their hands . And this is a village bridal . But I must not forget to speak of the suddenly changing seasons of the Northern clime . There is no long spring , gradually unfolding leaf and blossom ; —no ...
... follow her with lighted candles in their hands . And this is a village bridal . But I must not forget to speak of the suddenly changing seasons of the Northern clime . There is no long spring , gradually unfolding leaf and blossom ; —no ...
Σελίδα 89
... follows faithful and humble , Follows so long as she may her friend ; O do not reject her , For she cometh from God and she holdeth the keys of the heavens.— Prayer is Innocence ' friend ; and willingly flieth incessant " Twixt the ...
... follows faithful and humble , Follows so long as she may her friend ; O do not reject her , For she cometh from God and she holdeth the keys of the heavens.— Prayer is Innocence ' friend ; and willingly flieth incessant " Twixt the ...
Σελίδα 91
... follow spontaneous , Even as day does the sun ; the Right from the Good is an offspring , Love in a bodily shape ; and Christian works are no more than Animate Love and faith , as flowers are the animate spring - tide . Works do follow ...
... follow spontaneous , Even as day does the sun ; the Right from the Good is an offspring , Love in a bodily shape ; and Christian works are no more than Animate Love and faith , as flowers are the animate spring - tide . Works do follow ...
Σελίδα 97
... follow , and where the sea flows , Through ice , and through iron , through armies of foes . Annie of Tharaw , my light and my sun , The threads of our two lives are woven in one . Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed , Whatever ...
... follow , and where the sea flows , Through ice , and through iron , through armies of foes . Annie of Tharaw , my light and my sun , The threads of our two lives are woven in one . Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed , Whatever ...
Σελίδα 116
... Follow , weeping as they go : Nowhere was a smile that day , No , ah no ! for each one seemed to say : - " The roads shall mourn and be veiled in gloom , shall leave its home ! So fair a corpse Should mourn and should weep , ah , well ...
... Follow , weeping as they go : Nowhere was a smile that day , No , ah no ! for each one seemed to say : - " The roads shall mourn and be veiled in gloom , shall leave its home ! So fair a corpse Should mourn and should weep , ah , well ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet Captain clouds dark dead Death descended door dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE Julius Cæsar JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips living look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning murmur night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla Puritan restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 275 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Σελίδα 239 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Σελίδα 248 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Σελίδα 143 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Σελίδα 153 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Σελίδα 275 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary...
Σελίδα 368 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each...
Σελίδα 339 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Σελίδα 144 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Σελίδα 153 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong. That it can follow the flight of song • Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend, SONNETS.