The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With Prefatory Notice, [and] ... Engravings on SteelGall & Inglis, 1855 - 640 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... grave itself is but a covered bridge , Leading from light to light , through a brief darkness . " Longfellow , in short , is a poet - artist much more than a poet - man ; and his instincts , in the order of strength , are for the ...
... grave itself is but a covered bridge , Leading from light to light , through a brief darkness . " Longfellow , in short , is a poet - artist much more than a poet - man ; and his instincts , in the order of strength , are for the ...
xvii. oldal
... 503 Duke William at Rouen 389 Richard's Escape 391 ANGLO - SAXON : - The Grave Beowulf's Expedition to Heort Note The Soul's Complaint against the Body 393 394 505 397 PAGE TRANSLATIONS ( continued ) . DANISH : - King CONTENTS . xvii.
... 503 Duke William at Rouen 389 Richard's Escape 391 ANGLO - SAXON : - The Grave Beowulf's Expedition to Heort Note The Soul's Complaint against the Body 393 394 505 397 PAGE TRANSLATIONS ( continued ) . DANISH : - King CONTENTS . xvii.
15. oldal
... graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them , Entered the sacred portal . With loud and dissonant clangour ...
... graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them , Entered the sacred portal . With loud and dissonant clangour ...
18. oldal
... graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board stood the supper untasted , Empty and drear was each room ...
... graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board stood the supper untasted , Empty and drear was each room ...
23. oldal
... grave , and no longer a friend nor a fire- side . Written their history stands on tablets of stone in the ... graves of those who had sorrowed and suffered before her , Passions long extinguished , and hopes long dead and abandoned , As ...
... grave , and no longer a friend nor a fire- side . Written their history stands on tablets of stone in the ... graves of those who had sorrowed and suffered before her , Passions long extinguished , and hopes long dead and abandoned , As ...
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Acadian angels art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold Belfry of Bruges bell beneath birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet child CHISPA clouds CRUZADO dark dead death DON CARLOS dost dream earth Edenhall ELSIE Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest FRIAR CUTHBERT Gipsy gleam gold golden Golden Legend GOTTLIEB Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Hoheneck holy HYPOLITO king land LARA light lips look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden Minnesinger monks moon night Nils Juel Nova Scotia o'er PADRE CURA pass poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest PRINCE HENRY rise river round sail Saint Salern sang shadows shalt shining silent singing sleep soft song sorrow soul sound stand star stood sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought unto URSULA VICTORIAN village voice walls wandered wave wild wind window words youth
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189. oldal - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
409. oldal - 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...
49. oldal - And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.
48. oldal - 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.
321. oldal - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be : And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
410. oldal - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
48. oldal - 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. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
5. oldal - Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
320. oldal - Then leaped her cable's length. 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
201. oldal - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.