A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα vi
... Lord Macaulay's tremendous article of castigation in the Edinburgh Review ; but in Longfellow's case , the un- erring judgment of time may be considered as having in a great measure corroborated the verdict of the earlier generation of ...
... Lord Macaulay's tremendous article of castigation in the Edinburgh Review ; but in Longfellow's case , the un- erring judgment of time may be considered as having in a great measure corroborated the verdict of the earlier generation of ...
Σελίδα xxix
... LORD'S SUPPER . " 185 THE HEMLOCK TREE • · THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS POETIC APHORISMS- Money • The Best Medicines Sin · Poverty and Blindness . • 195 196 . 198 . 199 199 · 199 200 Law of Life 200 Creeds . 200 ...
... LORD'S SUPPER . " 185 THE HEMLOCK TREE • · THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS POETIC APHORISMS- Money • The Best Medicines Sin · Poverty and Blindness . • 195 196 . 198 . 199 199 · 199 200 Law of Life 200 Creeds . 200 ...
Σελίδα 23
... Friar Pacificus . It is growing dark ! Yet one line more , And then my work for to - day is o'er . I come again to the name of the Lord ! HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 23 FROM "THE GOLDEN LEGEND The Scriptorium of the Convent.
... Friar Pacificus . It is growing dark ! Yet one line more , And then my work for to - day is o'er . I come again to the name of the Lord ! HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 23 FROM "THE GOLDEN LEGEND The Scriptorium of the Convent.
Σελίδα 24
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry William Dulcken. I come again to the name of the Lord ! Ere I that awful name record , That is spoken so lightly among men , Let me pause awhile , and wash my pen ; Pure from blemish and blot must it be ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry William Dulcken. I come again to the name of the Lord ! Ere I that awful name record , That is spoken so lightly among men , Let me pause awhile , and wash my pen ; Pure from blemish and blot must it be ...
Σελίδα 25
... Lord , Here is a copy of thy Word , Written out with much toil and pain ; Take it , O Lord , and let it be HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 25.
... Lord , Here is a copy of thy Word , Written out with much toil and pain ; Take it , O Lord , and let it be HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 25.
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Σελίδα 78 - 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 141 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Σελίδα 99 - 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 begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Σελίδα 70 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Σελίδα 214 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Σελίδα 87 - Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives!
Σελίδα 68 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Σελίδα 88 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Σελίδα 102 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Σελίδα 7 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!