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Σελίδα 7
... deep - voiced neighbouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe , when he hears in the woodland the voice ...
... deep - voiced neighbouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe , when he hears in the woodland the voice ...
Σελίδα 17
... Deep were his tones and solemn ; in accents measured and mournful Spake he , as , after the tocsin's alarum , distinctly the clock strikes : -- What is this that ye do , my children ? what madness has seized you ? Forty years of my life ...
... Deep were his tones and solemn ; in accents measured and mournful Spake he , as , after the tocsin's alarum , distinctly the clock strikes : -- What is this that ye do , my children ? what madness has seized you ? Forty years of my life ...
Σελίδα 21
... deep , oblivious slumber ; And when she woke from the trance , she beheld a multitude near her . Faces of friends she beheld , that were mournfully gazing upon her , Pallid , with tearful eyes , and looks of saddest compassion . Still ...
... deep , oblivious slumber ; And when she woke from the trance , she beheld a multitude near her . Faces of friends she beheld , that were mournfully gazing upon her , Pallid , with tearful eyes , and looks of saddest compassion . Still ...
Σελίδα 22
... Deep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the mammoth . Friends they sought , and homes ; and many , despairing , heart - broken , Asked of the earth but a grave , and no longer a friend nor a fireside . Written their history ...
... Deep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the mammoth . Friends they sought , and homes ; and many , despairing , heart - broken , Asked of the earth but a grave , and no longer a friend nor a fireside . Written their history ...
Σελίδα 25
... he smiled as he answered : - Daughter , thy words are not idle ; nor are they to be without meaning . Feeling is deep and still ; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy , that betrays where the EVANGELINE . 25.
... he smiled as he answered : - Daughter , thy words are not idle ; nor are they to be without meaning . Feeling is deep and still ; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy , that betrays where the EVANGELINE . 25.
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The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. [Illustrated.] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Πλήρης προβολή - 1864 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
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.