Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 417 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα v
... Fire of Drift - Wood BY THE FIRESIDE . Resignation The Builders Sand of the Desert in an Hour - Glass Birds of Passage The Open Window Gaspar Becerra Pegasus in Pound King Witlaf's Drinking - Horn Tegnér's Drapa Sonnet The Singers ...
... Fire of Drift - Wood BY THE FIRESIDE . Resignation The Builders Sand of the Desert in an Hour - Glass Birds of Passage The Open Window Gaspar Becerra Pegasus in Pound King Witlaf's Drinking - Horn Tegnér's Drapa Sonnet The Singers ...
Σελίδα xi
... Fire III . Youth and Age IV . Old Age V. To Vittoria Colonna VI . To Vittoria Colonna VII . VIII . NOTES . Dante Canzone INDEX 381 381 381 382 382 382 383 383 384 384 384 384 385 385 · 385 386 387 290 391 391 391 392 392 392 • 392 393 ...
... Fire III . Youth and Age IV . Old Age V. To Vittoria Colonna VI . To Vittoria Colonna VII . VIII . NOTES . Dante Canzone INDEX 381 381 381 382 382 382 383 383 384 384 384 384 385 385 · 385 386 387 290 391 391 391 392 392 392 • 392 393 ...
Σελίδα 29
... fire , beheld by Apostles aforetime . Clear was the heaven and blue , and May , with her cap crowned with roses , Stood in her holiday dress in the fields , and the wind and the brooklet Murmured gladness and peace , God's - peace ...
... fire , beheld by Apostles aforetime . Clear was the heaven and blue , and May , with her cap crowned with roses , Stood in her holiday dress in the fields , and the wind and the brooklet Murmured gladness and peace , God's - peace ...
Σελίδα 31
... fire upon tablets eternal . - Thus , then , believe ye in God , in the Father who this world created ? Him who redeemed it , the Son , and the Spirit where both are united ? Will ye promise me here , ( a holy promise ! ) to cherish God ...
... fire upon tablets eternal . - Thus , then , believe ye in God , in the Father who this world created ? Him who redeemed it , the Son , and the Spirit where both are united ? Will ye promise me here , ( a holy promise ! ) to cherish God ...
Σελίδα 33
... fire , nor the storm , but it was in the whispering breezes . Love is the root of creation ; God's essence ; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children ; he made them for this purpose only . Only to love and to be loved again ...
... fire , nor the storm , but it was in the whispering breezes . Love is the root of creation ; God's essence ; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children ; he made them for this purpose only . Only to love and to be loved again ...
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1823-1866 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1909 |
The poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1823-1866 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1943 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne Chibiabos cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth Eginhard EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gazed gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud maiden meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha mist Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Prec river rose round rushing sails sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wander Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα xviii - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 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...
Σελίδα 77 - 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 or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Σελίδα 38 - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Σελίδα 87 - And tonight I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty...
Σελίδα 36 - 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 236 - Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire...
Σελίδα 126 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Σελίδα 212 - 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 xxiii - The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a 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.
Σελίδα 38 - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide !" And loud that clarion voice replied Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...