Life of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowW. Scott, 1887 - 177 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 30
... French I mean to under- stand pretty thoroughly before I leave college . After leaving Cambridge , I would attach myself to some literary periodical publication , by which I could maintain myself and still enjoy the advantages of ...
... French I mean to under- stand pretty thoroughly before I leave college . After leaving Cambridge , I would attach myself to some literary periodical publication , by which I could maintain myself and still enjoy the advantages of ...
Σελίδα 45
... French tongue from a houseful of hypochondriacs , and consequently writes to his father , " I had no idea of the difficulties attending my situation , no idea that it was indeed so difficult to learn a language . " From Auteuil he goes ...
... French tongue from a houseful of hypochondriacs , and consequently writes to his father , " I had no idea of the difficulties attending my situation , no idea that it was indeed so difficult to learn a language . " From Auteuil he goes ...
Σελίδα 46
... French . The hubble- bubble of Parisian life took his breath away at first , and he scarcely recovered it during his stay . Once he called to see Jules Janin , bearing an introduction , and climbing up five flights of stairs in the ...
... French . The hubble- bubble of Parisian life took his breath away at first , and he scarcely recovered it during his stay . Once he called to see Jules Janin , bearing an introduction , and climbing up five flights of stairs in the ...
Σελίδα 48
... French- man , with a queer look . And then after a pause he added , " Who can count the Mesdames Janin since then ? " " said Longfellow , coldly . " And this one- " Ah , bah ! This time , mon cher , I have been caught myself , and the ...
... French- man , with a queer look . And then after a pause he added , " Who can count the Mesdames Janin since then ? " " said Longfellow , coldly . " And this one- " Ah , bah ! This time , mon cher , I have been caught myself , and the ...
Σελίδα 49
... French language . My friends all tell me that I have a good pronunciation , and although I do not pretend to anything like perfection , yet I am confident that I have done well . I cannot imagine who told you that six months was enough ...
... French language . My friends all tell me that I have a good pronunciation , and although I do not pretend to anything like perfection , yet I am confident that I have done well . I cannot imagine who told you that six months was enough ...
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Σελίδα 123 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Σελίδα 16 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Σελίδα 146 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
Σελίδα 113 - 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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Σελίδα 47 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus 410 The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Σελίδα 124 - ... wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, homeward serenely she walked with GOD'S benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Σελίδα 94 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Σελίδα 86 - The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection, — itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.
Σελίδα 19 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Σελίδα 33 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.