The Longfellow Birthday-bookHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 398 oldal |
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38. oldal
... bird , and floats away and revels in the bright , warm sunshine ! HYPERION . How far the gulf - stream of our youth ... birds that drink at lakes leave their footprints on the margin . But the pleasant smile remained , and reminded him ...
... bird , and floats away and revels in the bright , warm sunshine ! HYPERION . How far the gulf - stream of our youth ... birds that drink at lakes leave their footprints on the margin . But the pleasant smile remained , and reminded him ...
67. oldal
... birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day ! But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord ...
... birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day ! But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord ...
108. oldal
... 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 grow ; But that , ah ! that was long ago . How far , since then ...
... 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 grow ; But that , ah ! that was long ago . How far , since then ...
114. oldal
... half the human race . THE GOBLEet of Life . Came the Spring with all its splendor , All its birds and all its blossoms , All its flowers and leaves and grasses . HIAWATHA . Earl Strafford , 1593 ; Madame Guyon , 1648 . 114 APRIL 13 .
... half the human race . THE GOBLEet of Life . Came the Spring with all its splendor , All its birds and all its blossoms , All its flowers and leaves and grasses . HIAWATHA . Earl Strafford , 1593 ; Madame Guyon , 1648 . 114 APRIL 13 .
120. oldal
... birds fly to and fro , and shriek . Where do they hide themselves in such storms ? at what firesides dry their feathery cloaks ? HYPERION . It was the season , when through all the land The merle and mavis build , and building sing ...
... birds fly to and fro , and shriek . Where do they hide themselves in such storms ? at what firesides dry their feathery cloaks ? HYPERION . It was the season , when through all the land The merle and mavis build , and building sing ...
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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.