The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1883 - 305 oldal |
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13. oldal
... 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 , " The Reaper said ...
... 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 , " The Reaper said ...
16. oldal
... give him eloquent teach ings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go And wide the upland glows . And when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out ...
... give him eloquent teach ings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go And wide the upland glows . And when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out ...
21. oldal
... give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . Our days are covered o'er with grief , And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good ...
... give Were life indeed ! Alas ! thy sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . Our days are covered o'er with grief , And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good ...
25. oldal
... give me repose ! Sweet error ! he but slept , I breathe again ; Come , gentle dreams , the hour of sleep beguile ! O , when shall he , for whom I sigh in vain , Beside me watch to see thy waking smile ? Faster THE GRAVE . FROM THE ANGLO ...
... give me repose ! Sweet error ! he but slept , I breathe again ; Come , gentle dreams , the hour of sleep beguile ! O , when shall he , for whom I sigh in vain , Beside me watch to see thy waking smile ? Faster THE GRAVE . FROM THE ANGLO ...
27. oldal
... gives thee a garland woven fair , Take care ! It is a fool's - cap for thee to wear , Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not , She is fooling thee ! WHITHER ? FROM THE GERMAN OF MULLER . I HEARD a brooklet gushing From its rocky fountain near ...
... gives thee a garland woven fair , Take care ! It is a fool's - cap for thee to wear , Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not , She is fooling thee ! WHITHER ? FROM THE GERMAN OF MULLER . I HEARD a brooklet gushing From its rocky fountain near ...
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Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds Bons amis breath bright brooklet Charlemagne cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth Eginhard EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gate gazed gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light listen look Lord loud maiden meadow Miles Standish mist Mondamin moon morning mountains night o'er Olger Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Prec PROMETHEUS river rose round rushing sails sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake splendor stars stood sunshine sweet tale thee thine thou art thought town unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum waves whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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66. 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!
13. oldal - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
167. oldal - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
32. oldal - 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 and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
183. oldal - By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...
104. 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 ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
31. oldal - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side 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!
29. oldal - 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 Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee ! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse ; For this I sought thee. " Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand,...
183. oldal - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
104. 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 thee...