The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 432 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 51 találatból.
10. oldal
... wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest , as Jacob of old with the Angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement . Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives ...
... wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest , as Jacob of old with the Angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement . Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives ...
27. oldal
... wild flowers ; There stood the tankard of ale , and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy ; And at the head of the board the great arm - chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the ...
... wild flowers ; There stood the tankard of ale , and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy ; And at the head of the board the great arm - chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the ...
34. oldal
... wild horses affrighted swept by with the speed of the whirlwind , Or the loud - bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to the river . Such was the sound that arose in the night , as the herds and the horses Broke through their folds and ...
... wild horses affrighted swept by with the speed of the whirlwind , Or the loud - bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to the river . Such was the sound that arose in the night , as the herds and the horses Broke through their folds and ...
43. oldal
... Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang , Breaking the seal of silence , and giving tongues to the forest . Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music . Multitudinous echoes awoke and ...
... Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang , Breaking the seal of silence , and giving tongues to the forest . Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music . Multitudinous echoes awoke and ...
45. oldal
... wilds oblivion of self and of sorrow . Swiftly they glided along , close under the lee of the island , But by the opposite bank , and behind a screen of pal- mettos , So that they saw not the boat , where it lay concealed in the willows ...
... wilds oblivion of self and of sorrow . Swiftly they glided along , close under the lee of the island , But by the opposite bank , and behind a screen of pal- mettos , So that they saw not the boat , where it lay concealed in the willows ...
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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.