The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with explanatory notesG. Richards, 1903 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 52 találatból.
2. oldal
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out . And when the silvery habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes ...
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out . And when the silvery habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes ...
49. oldal
... beautiful , the free , The crown of all humanity --- In silence and alone To seek the elected one . It lifts the boughs , whose shadows deep Are life's oblivion , the soul's sleep , And kisses the closed eyes Of him who slumbering lies ...
... beautiful , the free , The crown of all humanity --- In silence and alone To seek the elected one . It lifts the boughs , whose shadows deep Are life's oblivion , the soul's sleep , And kisses the closed eyes Of him who slumbering lies ...
56. oldal
... beautiful wild chimes , From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges . Then , with deep sonorous clangour Calmly answering their sweet anger , When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the clock eleven , And ...
... beautiful wild chimes , From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges . Then , with deep sonorous clangour Calmly answering their sweet anger , When the wrangling bells had ended , Slowly struck the clock eleven , And ...
61. oldal
... expanse ! 1 On the alarm - bell of Bruges is inscribed : " My name is Roland ; when I toll , there is fire ; when I ring , there is victory in the land . " Deep and still , that gliding stream Beautiful to thee MAIDENHOOD 61.
... expanse ! 1 On the alarm - bell of Bruges is inscribed : " My name is Roland ; when I toll , there is fire ; when I ring , there is victory in the land . " Deep and still , that gliding stream Beautiful to thee MAIDENHOOD 61.
62. oldal
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Deep and still , that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem , As the river of a dream . Then why pause with indecision , When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Deep and still , that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem , As the river of a dream . Then why pause with indecision , When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows ...
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Abbot Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel Balt beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath breath bright Bruges Carlos Charles the Bald child Chis Christ clouds Countess of Flanders CRUZADO dark dead death deep Don Carlos dream earth Elsie Evangeline evermore eyes face fear flowers forest Friar Cuthbert Gipsy gleam gold golden Gottlieb Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven Hoheneck holy Hypolito labour land Lara light lips look loud Lucifer maiden meadows midnight Minnesinger monk moon morning mystery night o'er ocean Padre passed Pray prayer Preciosa priest Prince Henry rain rise river roar sail Saint sang seemed shadows shining ships silent singing sleep song sorrow soul sound spake stand star stood sweet thee Thou art thou hast thought unto Ursula Vict village voice walls wandered wave weary wild wind window words yonder youth
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268. 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 ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
33. 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.
269. oldal - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show, Strengthens and supports the rest.
96. oldal - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
177. oldal - Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when,...
15. 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,'
18. oldal - saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
30. oldal - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
28. 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...
18. oldal - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies...