The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With Prefatory Notice, [and] ... Engravings on SteelGall & Inglis, 1855 - 640 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... heavens below . " Look then into thine heart and write ! Yes into life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee or affright , Be these henceforth thy theme . " -in these he ...
... heavens below . " Look then into thine heart and write ! Yes into life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee or affright , Be these henceforth thy theme . " -in these he ...
xii. oldal
... heaven , when he cast off from him his mantle , Even so cast off the soul its garments of earth ; and with one voice Chim ed in the congregation , and sang an anthem immortal Of the sublime Wallin , of David's harp in the Northland ...
... heaven , when he cast off from him his mantle , Even so cast off the soul its garments of earth ; and with one voice Chim ed in the congregation , and sang an anthem immortal Of the sublime Wallin , of David's harp in the Northland ...
3. oldal
... heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers for ever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Nought but ...
... heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers for ever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Nought but ...
12. oldal
... heaven her innocent spirit ascended , Lo ! o'er the city a tempest rose ; and the bolts of the thunder Smote the statue of bronze , and hurled in wrath from its left hand Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance ...
... heaven her innocent spirit ascended , Lo ! o'er the city a tempest rose ; and the bolts of the thunder Smote the statue of bronze , and hurled in wrath from its left hand Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance ...
13. oldal
... heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . Thus passed the evening away . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew , and straightway Rose the guests and departed ...
... heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . Thus passed the evening away . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew , and straightway Rose the guests and departed ...
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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.