Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowT. Y. Crowell, 1901 - 371 oldal With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole. Notes on poems. |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
2. oldal
... stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine through , Spread a vapor soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . darted And , falling on my weary brain ...
... stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine through , Spread a vapor soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . darted And , falling on my weary brain ...
6. oldal
... stood , as in an awful dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there No drum , nor ...
... stood , as in an awful dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there No drum , nor ...
10. oldal
... STOOD upon the hills , when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march , And woods were brightened , and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun - clad vales . The clouds were far beneath me ; bathed in light , They ...
... STOOD upon the hills , when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march , And woods were brightened , and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun - clad vales . The clouds were far beneath me ; bathed in light , They ...
12. oldal
... stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Covered the warrior , and ...
... stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Covered the warrior , and ...
18. oldal
... stood , in his high dignity , The proudest knight of chivalry , Knight of the Sword . He found his cities and domains Beneath a tyrant's galling chains And cruel power ; But , by fierce battle and blockade , Soon his own banner was ...
... stood , in his high dignity , The proudest knight of chivalry , Knight of the Sword . He found his cities and domains Beneath a tyrant's galling chains And cruel power ; But , by fierce battle and blockade , Soon his own banner was ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath birds Bons amis breath bright clouds cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dream earth Edenhall ELSIE eyes face father fear feet filled fire flowers forest forever FRIAR Gipsy gleam gold golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud LUCIFER maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin monks moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer PRINCE HENRY river rose round sail Saint sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wander wigwam wild wind words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
115. oldal - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
100. oldal - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. 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.
120. oldal - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day, we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her ; and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
104. oldal - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if. like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — " Forever — never! Never — forever...
120. 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...
347. oldal - Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. 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...
36. oldal - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray tliee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.
262. oldal - Of all beasts he learned the language, learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
115. oldal - T is 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 thee...
1. oldal - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!