The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGall & Inglis, 1865 - 700 oldal |
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... Youth Santa Filomena Sandalphon . Daybreak . Catawba Wine Epimethous , or the Poet's Afterthought Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz , The MISCELLANEOUS : - Village Blacksmith , The . 272 · 272 273 • 274 · 275 275 276 277 • 277 277 278 279 ...
... Youth Santa Filomena Sandalphon . Daybreak . Catawba Wine Epimethous , or the Poet's Afterthought Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz , The MISCELLANEOUS : - Village Blacksmith , The . 272 · 272 273 • 274 · 275 275 276 277 • 277 277 278 279 ...
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... youth engage Ere Fancy has been quell'd ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's ...
... youth engage Ere Fancy has been quell'd ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's ...
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... youth came back again , Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , oh stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ...
... youth came back again , Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , oh stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... youth engage Ere Fancy has been quell'd ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's ...
... youth engage Ere Fancy has been quell'd ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face father Filled flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden grave guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadows shining shore Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand Standish stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice Wabasso wall wampum Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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285. 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.
124. 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.
52. oldal - Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
52. oldal - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!' 'O father! I see a gleaming light, O 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, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
4. oldal - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
93. 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. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
128. oldal - ... 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...
343. oldal - Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away ! 346 ENCELADUS.
36. oldal - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
307. oldal - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.