The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1857 - 400 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 30
... , and give him eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN Winter winds are piercing chill AUTUMN .
... , and give him eloquent teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN Winter winds are piercing chill AUTUMN .
Σελίδα 32
... reeds pipe loud . Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in the opening year , - I listen , and it cheers me long . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM , AT THE 32 32 WOODS IN WINTER .
... reeds pipe loud . Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in the opening year , - I listen , and it cheers me long . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM , AT THE 32 32 WOODS IN WINTER .
Σελίδα 60
... feet all beautiful upon the mountains . TRANSLATIONS . Hear , Shepherd ! -Thou who for thy. FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LAUGH of the mountain ! -lyre of bird and tree. 60 THE GOOD SHEPHERD From the Spanish of Lope de Vega.
... feet all beautiful upon the mountains . TRANSLATIONS . Hear , Shepherd ! -Thou who for thy. FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LAUGH of the mountain ! -lyre of bird and tree. 60 THE GOOD SHEPHERD From the Spanish of Lope de Vega.
Σελίδα 61
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. TRANSLATIONS . Hear , Shepherd ! -Thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! -to thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. TRANSLATIONS . Hear , Shepherd ! -Thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! -to thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait ...
Σελίδα 80
... hear the sound of my voice . " Who neither may rest , nor listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ...
... hear the sound of my voice . " Who neither may rest , nor listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ...
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Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear fire flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy JULIUS MOSEN ladder of Jacob land laugh light lips looks loud maiden Master Shakes meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless heart river roar rose round sail sang seemed shadows shining ships shore silent silver singing Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 211 - 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...
Σελίδα 212 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Σελίδα 17 - 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. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Σελίδα 355 - ... Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. • Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion. Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean* That cannot be...
Σελίδα 185 - 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!
Σελίδα 154 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Σελίδα 354 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. . We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Σελίδα 139 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Σελίδα 225 - 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!
Σελίδα 19 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.