The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Complete edWarne, 1868 - 628 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 1
... come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves , Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move . Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay ...
... come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves , Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move . Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay ...
Σελίδα 2
... comes the fearful wintry blast ; Our hopes , like withered leaves , fall fast ; Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of ...
... comes the fearful wintry blast ; Our hopes , like withered leaves , fall fast ; Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of ...
Σελίδα 4
... Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the roadside ... Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant chair beside me , Lays her gentle hand in mine . And she sits and ...
... Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the roadside ... Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant chair beside me , Lays her gentle hand in mine . And she sits and ...
Σελίδα 6
... comes the summer - like day , Bids the old man rejoice ! His joy ! his last ! O , the old man gray Loveth that ever - soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , - To the voice gentle and low Of the soft air , like a ...
... comes the summer - like day , Bids the old man rejoice ! His joy ! his last ! O , the old man gray Loveth that ever - soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , - To the voice gentle and low Of the soft air , like a ...
Σελίδα 7
... comes and goes the. WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN Winter winds are piercing chill , And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I tread the hill That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long ...
... comes and goes the. WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN Winter winds are piercing chill , And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I tread the hill That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bell beneath birds Bons amis breath bright brooklet Chispa clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death dreams earth Edenhall Elsie eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wander wave 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.