The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 432 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 69 találatból.
6. oldal
... Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon- tide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden . Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn ...
... Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon- tide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden . Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn ...
20. oldal
... sweet good - night on the door - step Lingered long in Evangeline's heart , and filled it with gladness . Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth - stone , And on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the ...
... sweet good - night on the door - step Lingered long in Evangeline's heart , and filled it with gladness . Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth - stone , And on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the ...
21. oldal
... sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamorous labour Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gate of the morning . Now ...
... sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamorous labour Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gate of the morning . Now ...
32. oldal
... Sweet was the moist still air with the odour of milk from their udders ; Lowing they waited , and long , at the well - known bars of the farm - yard , - Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid . Silence ...
... Sweet was the moist still air with the odour of milk from their udders ; Lowing they waited , and long , at the well - known bars of the farm - yard , - Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid . Silence ...
49. oldal
... sweet and far , through the still damp air of the evening . Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean . Silent a moment they gazed , then bellowing rushed o'er ...
... sweet and far , through the still damp air of the evening . Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean . Silent a moment they gazed , then bellowing rushed o'er ...
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Acadian angel arms art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ Basil beautiful behold blessed blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death descended DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou dream earth Edenhall Enter Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Gabriel Gipsy gleamed golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JORGE MANRIQUE ladder of Jacob land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night o'er PADRE CURA passed PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest red planet Mars river rose Saint sang SCENE shadow shalt shining silent singing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary whispered wild wind words
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306. oldal - 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.
1. oldal - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
346. 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 of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
78. 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.
98. oldal - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
339. oldal - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
402. oldal - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child. But a fair maiden in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful, with all the soul's expansion, Shall we behold her face.
88. oldal - And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead.
315. 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?
315. oldal - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.