Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowT. Y. Crowell, 1901 - 371 oldal With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole. Notes on poems. |
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v. oldal
... Wind over the Chimney Revere's Ride • Interlude . • 356 The Bells of Lynn • 359 Killed at the Ford The Student's Tale : The Fal- con of Ser Federigo Interlude The Spanish Jew's Tale : The Legend of Rabbi Ben Levi Interlude Giotto's ...
... Wind over the Chimney Revere's Ride • Interlude . • 356 The Bells of Lynn • 359 Killed at the Ford The Student's Tale : The Fal- con of Ser Federigo Interlude The Spanish Jew's Tale : The Legend of Rabbi Ben Levi Interlude Giotto's ...
viii. oldal
... wind , and rude is the blast , That sweeps like a hurricane loudly and fast , As it moans through the tall , waving pines lone and drear , Sighs a requiem sad o'er the warrior's bier . The warwhoop is still , and the savage's yell Has ...
... wind , and rude is the blast , That sweeps like a hurricane loudly and fast , As it moans through the tall , waving pines lone and drear , Sighs a requiem sad o'er the warrior's bier . The warwhoop is still , and the savage's yell Has ...
xi. oldal
... wind sighs o'er the lea , - Woods and streams I leave you then , While the shadows in the glen - Lengthen by the greenwood tree . So far we find not a ray of originality , nor one of those graceful , if not always accu- rate ...
... wind sighs o'er the lea , - Woods and streams I leave you then , While the shadows in the glen - Lengthen by the greenwood tree . So far we find not a ray of originality , nor one of those graceful , if not always accu- rate ...
xxiv. oldal
... wind , " as he lay in bed a poem came into his mind- " A Memory of Portland , my Native Town , the City by the Sea . " As a refrain for the poem he used two lines from an old Lapland song : A boy's will is the wind's will , And the ...
... wind , " as he lay in bed a poem came into his mind- " A Memory of Portland , my Native Town , the City by the Sea . " As a refrain for the poem he used two lines from an old Lapland song : A boy's will is the wind's will , And the ...
7. oldal
... wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would the sins that thou abhorrest , O Soul ! could thus decay , And be swept away ! For there shall come a ...
... wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would the sins that thou abhorrest , O Soul ! could thus decay , And be swept away ! For there shall come a ...
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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
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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!