The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα vii
... Grave 435 The Soul's Complaint against the Body .. 501 445 Frithiof's Temptation Poetic Aphorisms 457 The Sea hath its Pearls FLOWER - DE - LUCE AND RECENT MEMOIR . HENRY. II . King Olaf's Return III . Thora of Rimol IV . Queen Sigrid ...
... Grave 435 The Soul's Complaint against the Body .. 501 445 Frithiof's Temptation Poetic Aphorisms 457 The Sea hath its Pearls FLOWER - DE - LUCE AND RECENT MEMOIR . HENRY. II . King Olaf's Return III . Thora of Rimol IV . Queen Sigrid ...
Σελίδα xvii
... abroad that the sea might be between him and the grave . " Alas , between him and his sorrow there could be no sea , but that of time ! " He wandered from place to place , noting what struck his sensitive fancy MEMOIR . xvii.
... abroad that the sea might be between him and the grave . " Alas , between him and his sorrow there could be no sea , but that of time ! " He wandered from place to place , noting what struck his sensitive fancy MEMOIR . xvii.
Σελίδα xxvii
... The dancing girl , the grave bashaw With bearded lip and chin ; And , leaning idly o'er his gate , Beneath the imperial fan of state , The Chinese mandarin . " The child shakes his coral rattle with its silver bells MEMOIR . xxvii.
... The dancing girl , the grave bashaw With bearded lip and chin ; And , leaning idly o'er his gate , Beneath the imperial fan of state , The Chinese mandarin . " The child shakes his coral rattle with its silver bells MEMOIR . xxvii.
Σελίδα xxix
... grave thoughts are succeeded by pictures of the child at play , now in the orchard and now in the garden - walks , where his little carriage- wheels efface whole villages of sand - roofed tents that rise above the secret homes of ...
... grave thoughts are succeeded by pictures of the child at play , now in the orchard and now in the garden - walks , where his little carriage- wheels efface whole villages of sand - roofed tents that rise above the secret homes of ...
Σελίδα xxxvi
... grave : " Were a star quenched on high , For ages would its light , Still travelling downward from the sky , Shine on our mortal sight . " So when a great man dies , For years beyond our ken , The light he leaves behind him lies Upon ...
... grave : " Were a star quenched on high , For ages would its light , Still travelling downward from the sky , Shine on our mortal sight . " So when a great man dies , For years beyond our ken , The light he leaves behind him lies Upon ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows Balt beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Carlos Chibiabos clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Paul Flemming poem poet Pray prayer Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 152 - 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 332 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Σελίδα xxvii - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Σελίδα 47 - 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 105 - 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 20 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Σελίδα 147 - 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 47 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Σελίδα 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Σελίδα 322 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains as they lay In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.