The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα v
... River Charles 21 An April Day 1 Blind Bartimeus 22 Autumn 2 The Goblet of Life 22 Woods in Winter 3 Maidenhood 23 Sunrise on the Hills 3 The Sea - Diver 23 Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethle- The Belfry of Bruges and Carillon . hem ...
... River Charles 21 An April Day 1 Blind Bartimeus 22 Autumn 2 The Goblet of Life 22 Woods in Winter 3 Maidenhood 23 Sunrise on the Hills 3 The Sea - Diver 23 Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethle- The Belfry of Bruges and Carillon . hem ...
Σελίδα xvi
... River con- necting Cambridge with Boston and still bearing his name . In the summer of 1837 , a studious young gentleman of thirty might have been seen wending his way down the elm - shaded path which led to the Craigie house . He ...
... River con- necting Cambridge with Boston and still bearing his name . In the summer of 1837 , a studious young gentleman of thirty might have been seen wending his way down the elm - shaded path which led to the Craigie house . He ...
Σελίδα xx
... artifice of which there are but few examples in English poetry . It appears to have been compounded after a recipe which called for equal parts of outward fact and inward meaning . Given a material city , a river , XX MEMOIR .
... artifice of which there are but few examples in English poetry . It appears to have been compounded after a recipe which called for equal parts of outward fact and inward meaning . Given a material city , a river , XX MEMOIR .
Σελίδα xxi
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. meaning . Given a material city , a river , a fog , and so on , the poet sets his wits to work to discover what corresponds , or can be made to correspond , with them spiritually . If he is skilful , he ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. meaning . Given a material city , a river , a fog , and so on , the poet sets his wits to work to discover what corresponds , or can be made to correspond , with them spiritually . If he is skilful , he ...
Σελίδα xxiii
... River Charles " is a pleasant glimpse of Mr. Longfellow's early Cambridge life , and the art of it is perfect . CHARLES RIVER . The most popular poem in Mr. Longfellow's second collection- " Excelsior " --has more moral than poetical ...
... River Charles " is a pleasant glimpse of Mr. Longfellow's early Cambridge life , and the art of it is perfect . CHARLES RIVER . The most popular poem in Mr. Longfellow's second collection- " Excelsior " --has more moral than poetical ...
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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.