The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 496 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 5
... morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of ...
... morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of ...
Σελίδα 9
... morning comes O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate . moves In the green valley , where the silver brook , From its full laver ...
... morning comes O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate . moves In the green valley , where the silver brook , From its full laver ...
Σελίδα 10
... morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the till night , with its passion- ate caoence . BURIAL OF THE ...
... morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the till night , with its passion- ate caoence . BURIAL OF THE ...
Σελίδα 17
... AND now , behold ! as at the approach of morning , Through the gross vapors , Mars grows fiery red cays ; it ! ing , Its motion by no flight of wing is THE CELESTIAL PILOT . 17 The Native Land The Image of The Brook The Celestial Pilot.
... AND now , behold ! as at the approach of morning , Through the gross vapors , Mars grows fiery red cays ; it ! ing , Its motion by no flight of wing is THE CELESTIAL PILOT . 17 The Native Land The Image of The Brook The Celestial Pilot.
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... morning , Fields deserted lie ! Bell ! thou soundest merrily ; Tellest thou at evening , Bed - time draweth nigh ! Bell ! thou soundest mournfully , Tellest thou the bitter Parting hath gone by ! Say ! how canst thou mourn ? How canst ...
... morning , Fields deserted lie ! Bell ! thou soundest merrily ; Tellest thou at evening , Bed - time draweth nigh ! Bell ! thou soundest mournfully , Tellest thou the bitter Parting hath gone by ! Say ! how canst thou mourn ? How canst ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Acadian Angel answered art thou beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet Chispa CHRISTUS cloud COREY cried dark dead death door dream earth ENDICOTT EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair father fear feet fire flowers forest Giles Corey gleam golden hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha holy JOHN ENDICOTT Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing light listen look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden MANAHEM meadow merry MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish Mondamin morning never night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pray prayer Prec PRINCE HENRY river round sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought TITUBA unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 126 - 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! 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 3 - Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Σελίδα 40 - 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 ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Σελίδα 36 - 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. 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 40 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Σελίδα 79 - Is it, O man, with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies? 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.
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 236 - 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 farmyard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Σελίδα 40 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Σελίδα 9 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.