The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα viii
... RIVER CHARLES EXCELSIOR MAIDENHOOD PAGE 278 280 281 283 285 CARILLON 288 THE BELFRY OF BRUGES 290 THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD 294 A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE 296 THE OCCULTATION OF ORION 298 NUREMBERG 301 THE NORMAN BARON 304 RAIN IN SUMMER 307 ...
... RIVER CHARLES EXCELSIOR MAIDENHOOD PAGE 278 280 281 283 285 CARILLON 288 THE BELFRY OF BRUGES 290 THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD 294 A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE 296 THE OCCULTATION OF ORION 298 NUREMBERG 301 THE NORMAN BARON 304 RAIN IN SUMMER 307 ...
Σελίδα 4
... rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein , Sees the heavens all black ...
... rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein , Sees the heavens all black ...
Σελίδα 16
... river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The ...
... river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The ...
Σελίδα 22
... river's gradual tide , Shrilly the skater's iron rings , And voices fill the woodland side . Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ...
... river's gradual tide , Shrilly the skater's iron rings , And voices fill the woodland side . Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ...
Σελίδα 28
... river's flow Was darkened by the forest's shade , Or glistened in the white cascade ; Where upward , in the mellow blush of day , The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way . I heard the distant waters dash , I saw the current whirl and ...
... river's flow Was darkened by the forest's shade , Or glistened in the white cascade ; Where upward , in the mellow blush of day , The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way . I heard the distant waters dash , I saw the current whirl and ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges Captain clouds COPLAS DE MANRIQUE dark dead Death descended dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest GASPAR BECERRA gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy HUMPHREY GILBERT John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 273 - 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 237 - 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 246 - 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 141 - 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 151 - 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 273 - 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 366 - 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 337 - 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 142 - 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 151 - 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.