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" Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing, " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray!" And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain... "
Poems - Σελίδα 35
των Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 413 σελίδες
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Poems, Τόμος 1

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 514 σελίδες
...— sorely ! The leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling, Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like...of rain, And patter their doleful prayers ; — But then: prayers are all in vain, All in vain ! There ho stands in the foul weather, The foolish, fond...

The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 446 σελίδες
...sound of woe ! Through woods' and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll; And the hooded clonds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And...— But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain! In North Conway we were surrounded by mountain splendor, cheer, and peace ; the gradually darkening...

The Cornhill Magazine, Τόμος 13;Τόμος 86

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1902 - 874 σελίδες
...anything but the old Year and rooks and what not. But go on ; let's hear more. We have come to learn.' ' Through woods and mountain passes The winds like anthems...solemn masses, Singing, " Pray for this poor soul, Pray I pray!"' (Hiram had got a hold of my hand ; Browning seemed to make him feel friendly-like.) The brain-barbecue...

The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 436 σελίδες
...rooks are calling, It ie a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The wind", like anthems, roll; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing: "Pray for this poor soul, Fray, — pray ! " And the hooded clonds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter...

Poems, Τόμος 1

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1861 - 396 σελίδες
...falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like...— But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain I There he. stands in the foul weather, The foolish, fond Old Year, Crowned with wild flowers and with...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1862 - 548 σελίδες
...caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain-passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting...for this poor soul, Pray, — pray !" And the hooded clonds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers ; — But...

The valley of the Maude; or, 'On dits' [sic].

Louisa Stewart - 1862 - 400 σελίδες
...dinner-party to which she was going on that day. So inconsistent was Sybilla Payne. CHAPTER CHAPTER VIII. 1 There he stands in the foul weather, The foolish fond...Year, Crowned with wild flowers and with heather.' LONGFELLOW. T is Christmas Eve. Mr. Grey has begged Eugene Mauden and Anastasie and Frank and his friends...

Poems, Τόμος 2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 438 σελίδες
...falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like...in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers I—- But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather, The foolish,...

The White Hills: Their Legends, Landscape, and Poetry

Thomas Starr King - 1864 - 422 σελίδες
...is a sound of woe, A sound of woe! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll; And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads...prayers;— But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain! In North Conway we were surrounded by mountain splendor, cheer, and peace ; the gradually darkening...

The complete poetical works [&c.].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 σελίδες
...Solemnly and slow ; •' Caw ! caw ! " the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like...solemn masses. Singing, "Pray for this poor soul, Pray-pray!" And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their...




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