The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 348 oldal |
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45. oldal
... Gypsy woman , a vile , shameless bawd , Whose craft was to betray the young and fair ; And yet this woman was above all bribes . man ! The wild and wizard beauty of her race , Vict . Loving more . Prec . I cannot love THE SPANISH STUDENT .
... Gypsy woman , a vile , shameless bawd , Whose craft was to betray the young and fair ; And yet this woman was above all bribes . man ! The wild and wizard beauty of her race , Vict . Loving more . Prec . I cannot love THE SPANISH STUDENT .
47. oldal
... Vict . The sweetest beggar that e'er asked for alms ; With such beseeching eyes , that when I saw thee I gave my heart away ! Dost thou remember Prec . Vict . Poor little dove ! Thou tremblest like When first we met ? a leaf ! Vict . It ...
... Vict . The sweetest beggar that e'er asked for alms ; With such beseeching eyes , that when I saw thee I gave my heart away ! Dost thou remember Prec . Vict . Poor little dove ! Thou tremblest like When first we met ? a leaf ! Vict . It ...
48. oldal
... Vict . Prec . To scare thee from me ! Vict . It is a hateful sound , As the hunter's horn Doth scare the timid stag , or bark of hounds The moor - fowl from his mate . Prec . Pray , do not go ! Vict . I must away to Alcalá to - night ...
... Vict . Prec . To scare thee from me ! Vict . It is a hateful sound , As the hunter's horn Doth scare the timid stag , or bark of hounds The moor - fowl from his mate . Prec . Pray , do not go ! Vict . I must away to Alcalá to - night ...
49. oldal
... Vict . O , would I had the old magician's glass To see her as she lies in childlike sleep ! Hyp . And wouldst thou venture ? Vict . Vict . Nay , listen , for my heart is full ; so full That I must speak . Нур . Alas ! that heart of ...
... Vict . O , would I had the old magician's glass To see her as she lies in childlike sleep ! Hyp . And wouldst thou venture ? Vict . Vict . Nay , listen , for my heart is full ; so full That I must speak . Нур . Alas ! that heart of ...
52. oldal
... Vict . Holá ! Amigos ! Faith , I did not see you . How fares Don Carlos ? your At service ever . How is that young and green - eyed Gadi- tana Don C. Vict . But tell me , That you both wot of ? This moment . And pray , how fares the ...
... Vict . Holá ! Amigos ! Faith , I did not see you . How fares Don Carlos ? your At service ever . How is that young and green - eyed Gadi- tana Don C. Vict . But tell me , That you both wot of ? This moment . And pray , how fares the ...
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Acadian answered arrows beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest gate gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy JULIA Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing Laughing Water leaves light listen living look loud maiden meadow MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish mist Mondamin morning mountains night Nokomis o'er Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pray Prec river rose round rushing sails sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought TITIAN unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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104. oldal - T is of the wave and not the rock ; 'T is 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...
71. 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.
72. oldal - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the 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.
13. oldal - And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saintlike, Looking downward from the skies.
42. oldal - A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS...
107. oldal - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. 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,...
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!
39. 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. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
37. 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.
107. oldal - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...