The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα xvii
... had gone 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.
... had gone 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 xxxi
... wandered about New England all her life - time , and at last , when she was old , she found her bridegroom on his death - bed . The shock was so great that it killed her likewise . " This forcible deportation of a whole people occurred ...
... wandered about New England all her life - time , and at last , when she was old , she found her bridegroom on his death - bed . The shock was so great that it killed her likewise . " This forcible deportation of a whole people occurred ...
Σελίδα 28
... wandered , seeking for the Better Land . Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not , but departed , -for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair , That ...
... wandered , seeking for the Better Land . Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not , but departed , -for the artist never dies . Fairer seems the ancient city , and the sunshine seems more fair , That ...
Σελίδα 45
... wandered By the Baltic , When I paused to hear The old ballad of King Christian Shooted from suburban taverns In the twilight . The recallest bards , Who , in solitary chambers , And with hearts by passion wasted , Wrote thy pages ...
... wandered By the Baltic , When I paused to hear The old ballad of King Christian Shooted from suburban taverns In the twilight . The recallest bards , Who , in solitary chambers , And with hearts by passion wasted , Wrote thy pages ...
Σελίδα 96
... wandered long Among the mountains ; and for many days Have seen no human face , save the rough swine - herd's . The wind and rain have been my sole companions . I shouted to them from the rocks thy name , And the loud echo sent it back ...
... wandered long Among the mountains ; and for many days Have seen no human face , save the rough swine - herd's . The wind and rain have been my sole companions . I shouted to them from the rocks thy name , And the loud echo sent it back ...
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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.