Ballads, Lyrics and Sonnets: From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 230 oldal |
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18. oldal
... live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light , Oh say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies ...
... live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light , Oh say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies ...
32. oldal
... lives are woven in one . Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed , Whatever forbidden thou hast not gain- said ... live such man and Annie of Tharaw , such is not our love ; wife . 32 Annie of Tharaw.
... lives are woven in one . Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed , Whatever forbidden thou hast not gain- said ... live such man and Annie of Tharaw , such is not our love ; wife . 32 Annie of Tharaw.
44. oldal
... live in history only seemed to walk the earth again ; - All the Foresters of Flanders , — mighty Baldwin Bras de Fer , Lyderick du Bucq and Cressy , Philip , Guy de Dampierre . I beheld the pageants splendid that adorned those days of ...
... live in history only seemed to walk the earth again ; - All the Foresters of Flanders , — mighty Baldwin Bras de Fer , Lyderick du Bucq and Cressy , Philip , Guy de Dampierre . I beheld the pageants splendid that adorned those days of ...
67. oldal
... And who was changed , and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends , When first they feel , with secret pain , Their lives thenceforth have separate ends , And never can The Fire of Drift - Wood 67 The Fire of Driftwood.
... And who was changed , and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends , When first they feel , with secret pain , Their lives thenceforth have separate ends , And never can The Fire of Drift - Wood 67 The Fire of Driftwood.
68. oldal
From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Their lives thenceforth have separate ends , And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart , That words are powerless to express , And ...
From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Their lives thenceforth have separate ends , And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart , That words are powerless to express , And ...
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Angel Apennines art thou beautiful belfry BELISARIUS Bells of Lynn beneath Beware breast breath bright Bruges burning celestial CHILDREN'S HOUR crown dark dead death deep divine door dream dreary drifting Edition Enceladus Excelsior eyes fair feet fire flame forever Forever Never gate gleam golden grave guests hand hear heard heart heaven hour Jaen King Robert land laughing light long thoughts look loud maiden midnight mist Monk morning never Never forever nevermore night night-wind o'er Old North Church pain passed Paul Revere poet prayer roar round sails sand seemed shadow shine ships shore Sicily silent singing sleep snow song soul sound splendor stair star steed street sweet thou thoughts of youth tide toil tower town unto Valmond Vaud Victor Galbraith village vision VITTORIA COLONNA voice wakeful eyes walls wander watched waves weary wild wind wind's wreck youth are long
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26. oldal - His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er he can ; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
27. oldal - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
37. oldal - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
117. oldal - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee. •• Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread . In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away, With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
58. oldal - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
86. oldal - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
57. 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...
102. oldal - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
16. oldal - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
72. oldal - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...