The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by T. Seccombe |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 89 találatból.
8. oldal
... hand upon his mouth ) . Hush ! hush ! Good night ! and may all holy angels guard thee ! Vict . Good night ! good night ! Thou art my guardian angel ! I have no other saint than thou to pray to ! ( He descends by the balcony . ) Prec ...
... hand upon his mouth ) . Hush ! hush ! Good night ! and may all holy angels guard thee ! Vict . Good night ! good night ! Thou art my guardian angel ! I have no other saint than thou to pray to ! ( He descends by the balcony . ) Prec ...
24. oldal
... hand upon me . And I will strike ! Lara . Fear not . Prec . One step nearer , Pray you , put up that dagger . I do not fear . I have a heart In whose strength I can trust . Lara . Listen to me . I come here as your friend , -I am your ...
... hand upon me . And I will strike ! Lara . Fear not . Prec . One step nearer , Pray you , put up that dagger . I do not fear . I have a heart In whose strength I can trust . Lara . Listen to me . I come here as your friend , -I am your ...
28. oldal
... hands the COUNT his sword , and HYPOLITO interposes . ) Hyp . Enough ! Let it end here ! The Count of Lara Has shown ... hand , yours gave me pain , Yet it has cured my blindness , and I thank you . I now can see the folly I have done ...
... hands the COUNT his sword , and HYPOLITO interposes . ) Hyp . Enough ! Let it end here ! The Count of Lara Has shown ... hand , yours gave me pain , Yet it has cured my blindness , and I thank you . I now can see the folly I have done ...
37. oldal
... hand . they said , Hyp . Yes , yes ; I know they did . I'll tell you what they said . They said , The shepherd boy that loved you was a clown , And him you should not marry . Was it not ? Mart . ( surprised ) . How know you that ? Hyp ...
... hand . they said , Hyp . Yes , yes ; I know they did . I'll tell you what they said . They said , The shepherd boy that loved you was a clown , And him you should not marry . Was it not ? Mart . ( surprised ) . How know you that ? Hyp ...
38. oldal
... hand tremble ? Vict . O , most infamous ! The Count of Lara is a damned villain ! Hyp . That is no news , forsooth . Vict . He strove in vain To steal from me the jewel of my soul , The love of Preciosa . Not succeeding , He swore to be ...
... hand tremble ? Vict . O , most infamous ! The Count of Lara is a damned villain ! Hyp . That is no news , forsooth . Vict . He strove in vain To steal from me the jewel of my soul , The love of Preciosa . Not succeeding , He swore to be ...
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Angel answered arrows beautiful beneath birds breath bring called comes dance darkness dead death deep door dream earth Elsie Enter eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire flowers follow forest Friar Gipsy give hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha King land Lara Laughing leaves light listen live look Lucifer maiden meadow moon morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er once pass Pau-Puk-Keewis play Pray Prec Prince Henry rest rise river rose round rushing sailing sang seemed shadow shining silent singing sleep slowly song soul sound speak spirit stand star stood strong sunshine sweet tell thee things thou thought Till unto Vict village voice wait walls wigwam wild wind window wonder young
Népszerű szakaszok
367. oldal - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. 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! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
427. oldal - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
438. oldal - Were half the power, that fills the World with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need...
463. oldal - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not. attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
367. oldal - Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! 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. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still...
427. oldal - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach ; He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
398. oldal - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
298. oldal - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
172. oldal - Flaring far away to northward In the frosty nights of Winter; Showed the broad, white road in heaven, Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows, Running straight across the heavens, Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows. At the door on summer evenings Sat the little Hiawatha; Heard the whispering of the pine-trees. Heard the lapping of the water, Sounds of music, words of wonder; "Minne-wawa!
494. oldal - I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on ez:rth, good- will to men!