A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 8
... heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand . " Then with modest demeanour made answer the notary public , - " Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never the wiser ...
... heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand . " Then with modest demeanour made answer the notary public , - " Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never the wiser ...
Σελίδα 17
... heard the funeral dirge of the ocean , But with its sound there was mingled a voice that whispered , " Despair not ! " THE SISTER OF MERCY . In that delightful land which is washed by the Dela ware's waters , Guarding in sylvan shades ...
... heard the funeral dirge of the ocean , But with its sound there was mingled a voice that whispered , " Despair not ! " THE SISTER OF MERCY . In that delightful land which is washed by the Dela ware's waters , Guarding in sylvan shades ...
Σελίδα 20
... from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning . Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish , That the dying heard it , and started up from 20 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF The Death-bed Meeting.
... from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning . Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish , That the dying heard it , and started up from 20 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF The Death-bed Meeting.
Σελίδα 21
... infinite depths in the darkness , Darkness of slumber and death , for ever sinking and sinking . Then through those realms of shade , in multiplied reverberations , Heard he that cry of pain , and through the HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... infinite depths in the darkness , Darkness of slumber and death , for ever sinking and sinking . Then through those realms of shade , in multiplied reverberations , Heard he that cry of pain , and through the HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
Σελίδα 22
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry William Dulcken. Heard he that cry of pain , and through the hush that succeeded Whispered a gentle voice , in accents tender and saint - like , " Gabriel ! O my beloved ! " and died away into silence ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry William Dulcken. Heard he that cry of pain , and through the hush that succeeded Whispered a gentle voice , in accents tender and saint - like , " Gabriel ! O my beloved ! " and died away into silence ...
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ancient Angel answered arms beautiful beheld bell beneath birds breath Captain close comes cried dark dead Death door dream dust earth eyes face fair fall father fear feeling feet fields flowers gave give golden grave hall hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy hope hour Italy John King labour land Laughing leaves legends light lips Listen living looked loud maiden Miles Standish moon morning never night o'er once passed peace poem poet prayer Priscilla rain rest rise rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow ship shore silent singing sleep song sorrow soul sound speak stands stood street strong Take tears thee things thou thought toil town turned village voice wait walls wave wild winds youth
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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!