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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... 396 The Witnesses The Slave Singing at Midnight The Quadroon Girl The Good Part that shall not be taken away The Slave in the Dismal Swamp 396 397 398 399 400 The Warning . 400 451 " SONGS Sea - Weed PAGE The Day is Done vi CONTENTS .
... 396 The Witnesses The Slave Singing at Midnight The Quadroon Girl The Good Part that shall not be taken away The Slave in the Dismal Swamp 396 397 398 399 400 The Warning . 400 451 " SONGS Sea - Weed PAGE The Day is Done vi CONTENTS .
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... Singing at Midnight The Good Part that shall not be taken away The Slave in the Dismal Swamp 396 397 398 399 400 4.00 491 SONGS Sea - Weed The Day is Done Afternoon in vi CONTENTS . TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN, continued→ The Musician's ...
... Singing at Midnight The Good Part that shall not be taken away The Slave in the Dismal Swamp 396 397 398 399 400 4.00 491 SONGS Sea - Weed The Day is Done Afternoon in vi CONTENTS . TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN, continued→ The Musician's ...
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... sings so must the sacristan respond . God grant he may soon be married , for then shall all this serenading . cease ... singers , please your THE SPANISH STUDENT .
... sings so must the sacristan respond . God grant he may soon be married , for then shall all this serenading . cease ... singers , please your THE SPANISH STUDENT .
5. oldal
... sing mass in the cathedral of Cordova ? Four men can make but little use of one shoe , and I see not how you can all ... singing birds from one bough to another . Prec . That were a life indeed to make time envious ! I knew that thou ...
... sing mass in the cathedral of Cordova ? Four men can make but little use of one shoe , and I see not how you can all ... singing birds from one bough to another . Prec . That were a life indeed to make time envious ! I knew that thou ...
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... singing , and the organ sounded , And then anon the great cathedral bell . It was the elevation of the Host . We both of us fell down upon our knees , Under the orange boughs , and prayed together . I never had been happy till that ...
... singing , and the organ sounded , And then anon the great cathedral bell . It was the elevation of the Host . We both of us fell down upon our knees , Under the orange boughs , and prayed together . I never had been happy till that ...
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The Poetical Works Of Henry W. Longfellow, Ed. With A Critical Memoir By W.m ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath Chibiabos Chispa CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos dream Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Gipsy gleam golden Gottlieb Grand-Pré hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Hoheneck HYPOLITO John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light lips listen look Lord loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa priest Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak star stood sunshine sweet thee Thou art thought unto Ursula Vict village voice walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind window wonder words
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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!