The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 432 oldal |
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7. oldal
... weathercocks rattled and sang of mu- tation . Thus , at peace with God and the world , the farmer of Grand - Pré Lived on his sunny farm , and Evangeline governed his household . Many a youth , as he knelt in the church EVANGELINE . 7.
... weathercocks rattled and sang of mu- tation . Thus , at peace with God and the world , the farmer of Grand - Pré Lived on his sunny farm , and Evangeline governed his household . Many a youth , as he knelt in the church EVANGELINE . 7.
8. oldal
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Many a youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , Fixed his eyes upon her , as the saint of his deepest de- votion ; Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Many a youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , Fixed his eyes upon her , as the saint of his deepest de- votion ; Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a ...
9. oldal
... youth , and his face , like the face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the heart and hopes of a woman . " Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called ; for ...
... youth , and his face , like the face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the heart and hopes of a woman . " Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called ; for ...
23. oldal
... ! Noblest of all the youths was Gabriel , son of the black- smith ! sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the. So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons Lay in the stream , and along the wimpling waves. EVANGELINE.
... ! Noblest of all the youths was Gabriel , son of the black- smith ! sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the. So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons Lay in the stream , and along the wimpling waves. EVANGELINE.
39. oldal
... youths as fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who has loved thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too ...
... youths as fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who has loved thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too ...
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Acadian angel arms art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ Basil beautiful behold bird blessed blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark death descended DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall Enter Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Gabriel Gipsy gleamed gold golden Grand-Pré grave hand heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JORGE MANRIQUE JULIUS MOSEN 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 sang SCENE shadow shalt silent SIMON DACH 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.