The poetical works of H.W. Longfellow |
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9. oldal
... touch her hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or EVANGELINE .
... touch her hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or EVANGELINE .
10. oldal
... darkness Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the labouring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and ...
... darkness Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the labouring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and ...
11. oldal
... darkness . Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm - chair , Laughed in the flickering light ; and the pewter plates on the dresser Caught and reflected the flame , as shields of armies EVANGELINE . 11.
... darkness . Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm - chair , Laughed in the flickering light ; and the pewter plates on the dresser Caught and reflected the flame , as shields of armies EVANGELINE . 11.
15. oldal
... darkness , Lighted less by the lamp than the shining face of the maiden . Silent she passed through the hall , and entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its curtains of white , and its clothes - press Ample ...
... darkness , Lighted less by the lamp than the shining face of the maiden . Silent she passed through the hall , and entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its curtains of white , and its clothes - press Ample ...
23. oldal
... darkness . " And thereupon the priest , her friend and father - confessor , Said , with a smile ! " O daughter ! thy God thus speaketh within thee ! Talk not of wasted affection , affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart ...
... darkness . " And thereupon the priest , her friend and father - confessor , Said , with a smile ! " O daughter ! thy God thus speaketh within thee ! Talk not of wasted affection , affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall eyes fair father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden merry midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA pass Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shalt ships silent silver singing sleep slumbered smile soft song sorrow soul sound stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wander wave weary wild wind window youth
Népszerű szakaszok
64. oldal - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
115. oldal - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
83. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. 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.
7. 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.
99. oldal - Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight...
57. oldal - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
57. 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...
42. oldal - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
97. oldal - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
94. oldal - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led, Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.