The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge & Company, 1856 - 400 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 96
... on the church steps and con their psalm - books . Others are coming down the road with their beloved pastor , who talks to them of holy things from beneath his broad- PREFACE . brimmed hat . He speaks of fields and 96 PREFACE .
... on the church steps and con their psalm - books . Others are coming down the road with their beloved pastor , who talks to them of holy things from beneath his broad- PREFACE . brimmed hat . He speaks of fields and 96 PREFACE .
Σελίδα 97
... beneath it the wedding guests fire a salute , and the whole procession stops . And straight from every pocket flies a black - jack , filled with punch or brandy . It is passed from hand to hand among the crowd ; provisions are brought ...
... beneath it the wedding guests fire a salute , and the whole procession stops . And straight from every pocket flies a black - jack , filled with punch or brandy . It is passed from hand to hand among the crowd ; provisions are brought ...
Σελίδα 100
... beneath the starless sky of midnight ! From the church - tower in the public square the bell tolls the hour , with a soft , musical chime ; and the watchman , whose watch - tower is the belfry , blows a blast in his horn , for each ...
... beneath the starless sky of midnight ! From the church - tower in the public square the bell tolls the hour , with a soft , musical chime ; and the watchman , whose watch - tower is the belfry , blows a blast in his horn , for each ...
Σελίδα 111
... the hard sea - sand . The breakers were right beneath her bows , She drifted a dreary wreck , And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck . She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft 111.
... the hard sea - sand . The breakers were right beneath her bows , She drifted a dreary wreck , And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck . She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft 111.
Σελίδα 129
... beneath it Paints a more beautiful world , a dim , but a sweet play of shadows ! Races , better than we , have leaned on her wavering promise , Having naught else but Hope . Then praise we our Father in heaven , Him , who has given us ...
... beneath it Paints a more beautiful world , a dim , but a sweet play of shadows ! Races , better than we , have leaned on her wavering promise , Having naught else but Hope . Then praise we our Father in heaven , Him , who has given us ...
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Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blast blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy JULIUS MOSEN ladder of Jacob land laugh light lips looks loud maiden Master Shakes meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless heart river roar rose round sail sang seemed shadows shining ships shore silent silver singing Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 110 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Σελίδα 112 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Σελίδα 209 - 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...
Σελίδα 153 - 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 242 - 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 351 - Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. 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 224 - 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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Σελίδα 12 - I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Σελίδα 312 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Σελίδα 12 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.