The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Complete edWarne, 1868 - 628 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 1
... woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! B Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her VOICES OF THE NIGHT- Prelude VOICES OF THE NIGHT :- PAGE Prelude.
... woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! B Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her VOICES OF THE NIGHT- Prelude VOICES OF THE NIGHT :- PAGE Prelude.
Σελίδα 3
... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ! " saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the ...
... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ! " saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the ...
Σελίδα 4
... Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth ...
... Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth ...
Σελίδα 6
... breath , - " Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And ...
... breath , - " Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And ...
Σελίδα 8
... breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds . Morn on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
... breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds . Morn on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
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Acadian Angel answered beautiful behold beneath birds blessed breath bright brooklet Chispa clouds cried CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos door dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek King land Lara Laughing Laughing Water light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnesinger Mondamin Monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stand star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered waves whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 279 - 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.
Σελίδα 280 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Σελίδα 300 - Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Σελίδα 267 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not. attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Σελίδα 279 - Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Σελίδα 280 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Σελίδα 129 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended But has one vacant chair...
Σελίδα vii - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Σελίδα 94 - 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 of the huntsman?
Σελίδα 89 - 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.