The Longfellow birthday-book, arranged by C.F. Bates1881 - 398 oldal |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 31 találatból.
8. oldal
... 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 . JANUARY 8 . THE DAY IS DONE . " Alas ! " said he with ...
... 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 . JANUARY 8 . THE DAY IS DONE . " Alas ! " said he with ...
12. oldal
... Poet , thou , whose latest verse Was a garland on thy hearse ; Thou hast sung , with organ tone , In Deukalion's life , thine own . JANUARY 12 . BAYARD TAYLOR . The power to embody the indefinite , and render perfect is his . HYPERION .
... Poet , thou , whose latest verse Was a garland on thy hearse ; Thou hast sung , with organ tone , In Deukalion's life , thine own . JANUARY 12 . BAYARD TAYLOR . The power to embody the indefinite , and render perfect is his . HYPERION .
18. oldal
... poetic maxims and soothsayings seem nothing more than the worldly wisdom of Poor Richard , versified . " HYPERION . All the means of action - The shapeless masses , the materials · Lie everywhere about us . What we need Is the celestial ...
... poetic maxims and soothsayings seem nothing more than the worldly wisdom of Poor Richard , versified . " HYPERION . All the means of action - The shapeless masses , the materials · Lie everywhere about us . What we need Is the celestial ...
44. oldal
... poet ! and methinks More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say . THE SPANISH STUDENT . O weary hearts ! O slumbering eyes ! O drooping souls , whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain , Ye shall be loved ...
... poet ! and methinks More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say . THE SPANISH STUDENT . O weary hearts ! O slumbering eyes ! O drooping souls , whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain , Ye shall be loved ...
66. oldal
... poet of Italy . OUTRE - MER . ye dead Poets , who are living still Immortal in your verse , though life be fled , And ye , O living Poets , who are dead Though ye are living , if neglect can kill , Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill ...
... poet of Italy . OUTRE - MER . ye dead Poets , who are living still Immortal in your verse , though life be fled , And ye , O living Poets , who are dead Though ye are living , if neglect can kill , Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Longfellow Birthday-Book, Arranged by C.F. Bates Henry Wadsworth [Extracts] Longfellow Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
The Longfellow Birthday-Book, Arranged by C.F. Bates Henry Wadsworth [Extracts] Longfellow Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
The Longfellow Birthday-Book, Arranged by C.F. Bates Henry Wadsworth [Extracts] Longfellow Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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.