The poetical works of H.W. Longfellow |
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Σελίδα 15
... soft , sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamorous labour Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gate of the ...
... soft , sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamorous labour Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gate of the ...
Σελίδα 31
... soft , low voice , and the charm of her Indian accent , All the tale of her love , with its pleasures , and pains , and reverses . Much Evangeline wept at the tale , and to know that another Hapless heart like her own had loved and had ...
... soft , low voice , and the charm of her Indian accent , All the tale of her love , with its pleasures , and pains , and reverses . Much Evangeline wept at the tale , and to know that another Hapless heart like her own had loved and had ...
Σελίδα 32
... soft flow of her magical words , till the region around her Seemed like enchanted ground , and her swarthy guest the enchantress . Slowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains the moon rose , Lighting the little tent , and with a ...
... soft flow of her magical words , till the region around her Seemed like enchanted ground , and her swarthy guest the enchantress . Slowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains the moon rose , Lighting the little tent , and with a ...
Σελίδα 33
... Soft was the voice of the priest , and he spake with an accent of kind- ness ; But on Evangeline's heart fell his words as in winter the snow - flakes Fall into some lone nest from which the birds have departed . " Far to the north he ...
... Soft was the voice of the priest , and he spake with an accent of kind- ness ; But on Evangeline's heart fell his words as in winter the snow - flakes Fall into some lone nest from which the birds have departed . " Far to the north he ...
Σελίδα 36
... soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church , While , intermingled with these , across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms , that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco . Soft as descending wings ...
... soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church , While , intermingled with these , across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms , that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco . Soft as descending wings ...
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The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. [Illustrated.] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Πλήρης προβολή - 1864 |
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angel answer arms beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright child CHISPA clouds comes Count dance dark dead Death deep dream earth Enter eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel feet fire flowers follow Gipsy give gleam gold golden grave hand hast head hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour HYPOLITO land LARA leaves light lips living look maiden morning never night o'er once PADRE pass play poor Pray prayer PRECIOSA rest ring rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE seemed shadows ships side silent singing sleep soft song soul sound speak spirit stands stars stood strong sweet tears tell thee things thou thou art thought unto VICTORIAN village voice wait walls waters wave wild wind window young youth
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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.