The Longfellow birthday-book, arranged by C.F. Bates. Cambr. edG. Routledge, 1881 - 398 oldal |
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24. oldal
... Legend . I tremble for him . I know his nature , devious as the wind , And swift to change , gentle and yielding always . Be steadfast , O my son ! JUDAS MACCABÆUS . F. von Matthisson , 1761 ; B. R. Haydon , 24 JANUARY 23 .
... Legend . I tremble for him . I know his nature , devious as the wind , And swift to change , gentle and yielding always . Be steadfast , O my son ! JUDAS MACCABÆUS . F. von Matthisson , 1761 ; B. R. Haydon , 24 JANUARY 23 .
40. oldal
... natural alone is permanent . HIAWATHA . KAVANAGH . Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart , Feeding its flame . THE SPANISH STUDENT . Kind messages , that pass from land to land ; Kind letters , that betray the heart's deep history ...
... natural alone is permanent . HIAWATHA . KAVANAGH . Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart , Feeding its flame . THE SPANISH STUDENT . Kind messages , that pass from land to land ; Kind letters , that betray the heart's deep history ...
56. oldal
... Nature . terity shall never question their titles . Pos- HYPERION . The name that dwells on every tongue No minstrel needs . COPLAS DE MANRIQUE , Tr . from the Spanish . Sing to him , say to him , here at his gate Where the boughs of ...
... Nature . terity shall never question their titles . Pos- HYPERION . The name that dwells on every tongue No minstrel needs . COPLAS DE MANRIQUE , Tr . from the Spanish . Sing to him , say to him , here at his gate Where the boughs of ...
60. oldal
... Nature is a revelation of God ; Art , a revelation of man . Indeed , Art signifies no more than this , Art is Power . His fame was great in all the land . EMMA AND EGINHARD . Come to me , O ye children ! For I hear you at your play ...
... Nature is a revelation of God ; Art , a revelation of man . Indeed , Art signifies no more than this , Art is Power . His fame was great in all the land . EMMA AND EGINHARD . Come to me , O ye children ! For I hear you at your play ...
62. oldal
... nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing ; All the hearts of men were softened By the pathos of his music ; For he sang of peace and freedom , Sang of beauty , love , and longing ; Sang of death , and life undying In the Islands of ...
... nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing ; All the hearts of men were softened By the pathos of his music ; For he sang of peace and freedom , Sang of beauty , love , and longing ; Sang of death , and life undying In the Islands of ...
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angel APRIL APRIL 24 AUGUST beautiful birds blossoms breath bright clouds COURTSHIP OF MILES dark dead death DECEMBER DECEMBER 26 delight DIVINE TRAGEDY dream DRIFT-WOOD earth EMMA AND EGINHARD England Tragedies EVANGELINE eyes fall fate FEBRUARY FEBRUARY 18 feeling Flemming flowers friends gleams GOLDEN Legend hand hath heart heaven HIAWATHA holy human HYPERION INTERLUDE JANUARY JANUARY 14 JOHN ENDICOTT JULY JUNE JUNE 24 KAVANAGH KÉRAMOS land leaves light living look MARCH MARCH 12 MASQUE OF PANDORA MILES STANDISH mist moon morning mysterious never night NOVEMBER NOVEMBER 14 o'er OCTOBER OCTOBER 14 OUTRE-MER Paul Flemming poet PRELUDE rain river seemed SEPTEMBER SEPTEMBER 16 shadows shining silent singing sleep snow soft song sorrow soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stars strong summer sunshine sweet thee things thought toil trees unto voice Wayside Wayside Inn weary wind words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
364. 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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
326. oldal - THE DAY IS DONE. 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.
210. oldal - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
110. oldal - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore...
317. oldal - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
364. oldal - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
132. oldal - Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven!
266. oldal - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
308. oldal - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
114. oldal - Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.