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Σελίδα 140
... The story is told , The windows are darkened , The hearth - stone is cold . " Darker and darker The black shadows fall ; Sleep and oblivion Reign over all . THE SPANISH STUDENT . VICTORIAN , HYPOLITO , ... DRAMATIS 140 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... The story is told , The windows are darkened , The hearth - stone is cold . " Darker and darker The black shadows fall ; Sleep and oblivion Reign over all . THE SPANISH STUDENT . VICTORIAN , HYPOLITO , ... DRAMATIS 140 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
Σελίδα 141
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE SPANISH STUDENT . VICTORIAN , HYPOLITO , ... DRAMATIS PERSONE . THE COUNT OF LARA , DON CARLOS , ... THE ARCHBISHOP OF TOLEDO , A CARDINAL . BELTRAN CRUZADO , BARTOLOME ROMAN , THE PADRE CURA OF GUADARRAMA ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE SPANISH STUDENT . VICTORIAN , HYPOLITO , ... DRAMATIS PERSONE . THE COUNT OF LARA , DON CARLOS , ... THE ARCHBISHOP OF TOLEDO , A CARDINAL . BELTRAN CRUZADO , BARTOLOME ROMAN , THE PADRE CURA OF GUADARRAMA ...
Σελίδα 150
... Hypolito ! Padre Hypolito ! HYPOLITO . What do you want of Padre Hypolito ? VICTORIAN . - Come , shrive me straight ; for , if love be a sin , I am the greatest sinner that doth live . " I will confess the sweetest of all crimes , A ...
... Hypolito ! Padre Hypolito ! HYPOLITO . What do you want of Padre Hypolito ? VICTORIAN . - Come , shrive me straight ; for , if love be a sin , I am the greatest sinner that doth live . " I will confess the sweetest of all crimes , A ...
Σελίδα 151
... HYPOLITO . Thou meanest Preciosa . VICTORIAN . Ay , the same . Thou knowest how her image haunted me Long after we returned to Alcalá . She's in Madrid . HYPOLITO.- I know it . And I'm in love . HYPOLITO . And therefore in Madrid when ...
... HYPOLITO . Thou meanest Preciosa . VICTORIAN . Ay , the same . Thou knowest how her image haunted me Long after we returned to Alcalá . She's in Madrid . HYPOLITO.- I know it . And I'm in love . HYPOLITO . And therefore in Madrid when ...
Σελίδα 152
... HYPOLITO.- Which means , in prose , She's sleeping with her mouth a little open ! VICTORIAN . - Oh , would I had the old magician's glass , To see her as she lies in child - like sleep ! HYPOLITO . And wouldst thou venture ? VICTORIAN ...
... HYPOLITO.- Which means , in prose , She's sleeping with her mouth a little open ! VICTORIAN . - Oh , would I had the old magician's glass , To see her as she lies in child - like sleep ! HYPOLITO . And wouldst thou venture ? VICTORIAN ...
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. [Illustrated.] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Πλήρης προβολή - 1864 |
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall eyes fair father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden merry midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA pass Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shalt ships silent silver singing sleep slumbered smile soft song sorrow soul sound stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wander wave weary wild wind window youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 64 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Σελίδα 115 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Σελίδα 83 - 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; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Σελίδα 7 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Σελίδα 99 - Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight...
Σελίδα 57 - 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 th.ee.
Σελίδα 57 - 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...
Σελίδα 42 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Σελίδα 97 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
Σελίδα 94 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led, Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.