The Longfellow Birthday-bookHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 398 oldal |
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28. oldal
... WAYSIDE INN . JANUARY 28 . Winter is here in earnest ! How the old churl whistles and threshes the snow ! Sleet and rain are falling too . Already the trees are bearded with icicles ; and the two broad branches of yon- der pine look ...
... WAYSIDE INN . JANUARY 28 . Winter is here in earnest ! How the old churl whistles and threshes the snow ! Sleet and rain are falling too . Already the trees are bearded with icicles ; and the two broad branches of yon- der pine look ...
40. oldal
... WAYSIDE INN . He is dead , the sweet musician ! He has moved a little nearer To the Master of all music ! FEBRUARY 6 . The natural alone is permanent . HIAWATHA . KAVANAGH . Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart , Feeding its flame ...
... WAYSIDE INN . He is dead , the sweet musician ! He has moved a little nearer To the Master of all music ! FEBRUARY 6 . The natural alone is permanent . HIAWATHA . KAVANAGH . Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart , Feeding its flame ...
96. oldal
... fears , Must ache and bleed beneath your load ; I , nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin , Am weary , thinking of your road ! WEARINESS . Raphael Sanzio , 1483 . MARCH 30 . Sir Henry 96 MARCH 29 .
... fears , Must ache and bleed beneath your load ; I , nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin , Am weary , thinking of your road ! WEARINESS . Raphael Sanzio , 1483 . MARCH 30 . Sir Henry 96 MARCH 29 .
108. oldal
... WAYSIDE INN . APRIL 8 . How well does the song of a passing bird repre , sent the glad but transitory days of youth ! OUTRE - MER . With favoring winds , o'er sunlit seas , We sailed for the Hesperides , The land where golden apples ...
... WAYSIDE INN . APRIL 8 . How well does the song of a passing bird repre , sent the glad but transitory days of youth ! OUTRE - MER . With favoring winds , o'er sunlit seas , We sailed for the Hesperides , The land where golden apples ...
118. oldal
... will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof - beats of that steed , And the midnight message of Paul Revere . PAUL REVERE'S RIDE , Tales of a Wayside Inn . Bishop Stillingfleet , 1635 ; W. G. Simms , 1806 118 APRIL 17 .
... will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof - beats of that steed , And the midnight message of Paul Revere . PAUL REVERE'S RIDE , Tales of a Wayside Inn . Bishop Stillingfleet , 1635 ; W. G. Simms , 1806 118 APRIL 17 .
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angel APRIL APRIL 24 AUGUST beautiful birds blossoms breath bright clouds COURTSHIP OF MILES dark dead death DECEMBER delight DIVINE TRAGEDY dream DRIFT-WOOD earth EMMA AND EGINHARD England Tragedies EVANGELINE eyes fate FEBRUARY FEBRUARY 20 feeling Flemming flowers friends gleams GOLDEN Legend hand hath heart heaven HIAWATHA holy human HYPERION INTERLUDE JANUARY JANUARY 24 JOHN ENDICOTT JULY JUNE JUNE 24 KAVANAGH KÉRAMOS land leaves light living look MARCH MARCH 26 MASQUE OF PANDORA MILES STANDISH mist moon morning mysterious never night NOVEMBER NOVEMBER 24 o'er OCTOBER OCTOBER 14 OUTRE-MER Paul Flemming poet PRELUDE rain river seemed SEPTEMBER SEPTEMBER 16 SEPTEMBER 24 shadows shine silent singing sleep snow soft song sorrow soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stars strong summer sunshine sweet thee things Thou hast thought toil trees unto voice Wayside Wayside Inn weary wind words youth
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390. oldal - 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.
344. oldal - THE DAY IS DONE. 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.
220. oldal - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
8. oldal - 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 of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
118. oldal - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore...
122. oldal - 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.
335. oldal - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
388. oldal - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
136. oldal - Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven!
328. oldal - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.