A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 10
... from its left hand Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance , And in the hollow thereof was found the nest of a magpie , Into whose clay - built walls the necklace of pearls 10 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
... from its left hand Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance , And in the hollow thereof was found the nest of a magpie , Into whose clay - built walls the necklace of pearls 10 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF.
Σελίδα 11
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry William Dulcken. Into whose clay - built walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven , " THE SENTENCE ON THE ACADIANS . So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry William Dulcken. Into whose clay - built walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven , " THE SENTENCE ON THE ACADIANS . So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its ...
Σελίδα 20
... walls of a prison . And , as she looked around , she saw how Death , the consoler , Laying his hand upon many a heart , had healed it for ever . Many familiar forms had disappeared in the night- time ; Vacant their places were , or ...
... walls of a prison . And , as she looked around , she saw how Death , the consoler , Laying his hand upon many a heart , had healed it for ever . Many familiar forms had disappeared in the night- time ; Vacant their places were , or ...
Σελίδα 27
... green lanes of the country , Where the tangled barberry - bushes Hang their tufts of crimson berries Over stone walls gray with mosses , Pause by some neglected graveyard , For a while to HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 27.
... green lanes of the country , Where the tangled barberry - bushes Hang their tufts of crimson berries Over stone walls gray with mosses , Pause by some neglected graveyard , For a while to HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 27.
Σελίδα 39
... walls of the chamber- Cutlass and corslet of steel , and his trusty sword of Damascus , Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence , While underneath , in a corner , were fowling - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ...
... walls of the chamber- Cutlass and corslet of steel , and his trusty sword of Damascus , Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence , While underneath , in a corner , were fowling - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer ancient Angel banner beautiful beheld BELFRY OF BRUGES bell BELL OF ATRI beneath Beware birds bosom breath brooklet Captain castle cried dark dead death descended door doth dream dust Enceladus Evangeline Excelsior eyes fair father feet flowers Forever-never GERMAN golden Golden Legend grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE Julius Cæsar King labour land Laughing legends light lips living Longfellow look Lord loud Luck of Edenhall maiden meadow merry Miles Standish Minnesinger mists moon morning mortal Mudjekeewis Never-forever night Nokomis o'er passed poem poet prayer Priscilla rose sail Saint Sandalphon sang shadow ship shore silent singing Sister of Mercy sleep slumbered song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stands steed stood thee thine thou thought toil unto village voice wait wave Wenonah Whispered wind words 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!