The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by E. Edwards |
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60. oldal
... Prince of Peace , and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ...
... Prince of Peace , and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ...
84. oldal
... PRINCE HENRY , sitting alone , ill and restless . Midnight . Prince Henry . I cannot sleep ! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that ...
... PRINCE HENRY , sitting alone , ill and restless . Midnight . Prince Henry . I cannot sleep ! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that ...
85. oldal
... Prince Henry ! Prince Henry ( starting ) . Who and what are you ? Lucifer . Who is it speaks ? One who seeks A moment's audience with the Prince . Prince Henry . When came you in ? Lucifer . A moment since . I found your study door ...
... Prince Henry ! Prince Henry ( starting ) . Who and what are you ? Lucifer . Who is it speaks ? One who seeks A moment's audience with the Prince . Prince Henry . When came you in ? Lucifer . A moment since . I found your study door ...
86. oldal
... Prince Henry . Lucifer . What is your illness ? Prince Henry . But not till then . It has no name . A smouldering , dull , perpetual flame , As in a kiln , burns in my veins , Sending up vapours to the head ; My heart has become a dull ...
... Prince Henry . Lucifer . What is your illness ? Prince Henry . But not till then . It has no name . A smouldering , dull , perpetual flame , As in a kiln , burns in my veins , Sending up vapours to the head ; My heart has become a dull ...
87. oldal
... Prince Henry . Purge with your nostrums and drugs infernal The spouts and gargoyles of these towers , Not me ! My faith is utterly gone In every power but the Power Supernal ! Pray tell me , of what school are you ? Lucifer . Both of ...
... Prince Henry . Purge with your nostrums and drugs infernal The spouts and gargoyles of these towers , Not me ! My faith is utterly gone In every power but the Power Supernal ! Pray tell me , of what school are you ? Lucifer . Both of ...
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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 - 2015 |
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath Chibiabos Chispa cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death dream Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face father Filled flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy gleamed golden Grand-Pré guests hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha HYPOLITO John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er Odin Olaf's old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa priest Prince Henry river rose round rushing sailing sang shadow shining shore Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet sword thee Thou art thought unto Ursula Vict village voice wall wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words
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421. 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 ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the...
451. 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.
379. oldal - 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.
309. oldal - Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill. Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all!
439. 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.
381. oldal - Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished...
427. oldal - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
450. oldal - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man ! with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? 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...
404. 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.
409. oldal - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever— never ! Never — forever! " 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?