The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1883 - 492 oldal |
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... eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers ...
... eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers ...
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... eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended ... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all ...
... eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended ... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all ...
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... eyes with tears o'er- flowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing ,, And ... eye is pale and bleared ! Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , sorely ...
... eyes with tears o'er- flowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing ,, And ... eye is pale and bleared ! Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , sorely ...
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... eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief . Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed , unreined , and riderless , With darting eye , and nostril spread , And heavy and impatient tread , He came ; and oft that eye ...
... eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief . Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed , unreined , and riderless , With darting eye , and nostril spread , And heavy and impatient tread , He came ; and oft that eye ...
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... eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little ... eye , And scarf , and gorgeous panoply , And nodding plume , What were they but a pageant scene ? What but the garlands ...
... eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little ... eye , And scarf , and gorgeous panoply , And nodding plume , What were they but a pageant scene ? What but the garlands ...
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36. oldal - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
2. oldal - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
79. oldal - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace ! " Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
212. 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. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen before A path to higher destinies. Nor deem the irrevocable Past, As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.
219. oldal - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
25. oldal - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song...
40. oldal - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
78. oldal - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
162. oldal - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman : Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other!
236. oldal - Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay— A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.