The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by E. Edwards |
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Σελίδα xi
... passed through France , Italy , Spain , Germany , Holland , and England . This trip both charmed and impressed him greatly , as we may gather from his prose tale of sentiment , Hyperion , as well as from several of his poems . Indeed ...
... passed through France , Italy , Spain , Germany , Holland , and England . This trip both charmed and impressed him greatly , as we may gather from his prose tale of sentiment , Hyperion , as well as from several of his poems . Indeed ...
Σελίδα xii
... passed from Bowdoin College to the chair of Modern Languages and Belles Lettres in Harvard University . This removal was again preceded by a visit to Europe : he spent more than a year in Denmark , Sweden , Holland , and Northern ...
... passed from Bowdoin College to the chair of Modern Languages and Belles Lettres in Harvard University . This removal was again preceded by a visit to Europe : he spent more than a year in Denmark , Sweden , Holland , and Northern ...
Σελίδα 18
... passed . I can remember still The river , and the mountains capped with snow ; The villages , where , yet a little child , I told the traveller's fortune in the street ; The smuggler's horse , the brigand , and the shepherd ; The march ...
... passed . I can remember still The river , and the mountains capped with snow ; The villages , where , yet a little child , I told the traveller's fortune in the street ; The smuggler's horse , the brigand , and the shepherd ; The march ...
Σελίδα 20
... passed is holy ground . These groves are sacred ! I behold thee walking Under these shadowy trees , where we have walked At evening , and I feel thy presence now ; * This expression is from Dante : " Si che chiaro Per essa scenda della ...
... passed is holy ground . These groves are sacred ! I behold thee walking Under these shadowy trees , where we have walked At evening , and I feel thy presence now ; * This expression is from Dante : " Si che chiaro Per essa scenda della ...
Σελίδα 27
... passed . Where stays the coward ? Hyp . Nay , he is no coward : A villain , if thou wilt , but not a coward . I've seen him play with swords : it is his pastime . And therefore be not over - confident , He'll task thy skill anon . Look ...
... passed . Where stays the coward ? Hyp . Nay , he is no coward : A villain , if thou wilt , but not a coward . I've seen him play with swords : it is his pastime . And therefore be not over - confident , He'll task thy skill anon . Look ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Ed. with a Critical Memoir by W.M ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2015 |
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Σελίδα 421 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the...
Σελίδα 451 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Σελίδα 379 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Σελίδα 309 - Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill. Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all!
Σελίδα 439 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Σελίδα 381 - Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished...
Σελίδα 427 - 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...
Σελίδα 450 - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man ! with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? 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...
Σελίδα 404 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Σελίδα 409 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever— never ! Never — forever! " 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?