Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 417 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... Strong XI . Bishop Sigurd at Salten Fiord XII . King Olaf's Christmas 224 225 225 226 226 227 227 227 228 228 228 229 229 229 229 229 230 230 231 231 232 235 237 237 241 242 243 • 243 246 246 246 247 248 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 254 ...
... Strong XI . Bishop Sigurd at Salten Fiord XII . King Olaf's Christmas 224 225 225 226 226 227 227 227 228 228 228 229 229 229 229 229 230 230 231 231 232 235 237 237 241 242 243 • 243 246 246 246 247 248 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 254 ...
xiii. oldal
... strong in hand , Came winding down " . “ Should not the dove so white , Follow the seamew's flight " 10 26 " The skipper he stood beside the helm " 28 " And children coming home from school , Look in at the open door " 36 " Near at hand ...
... strong in hand , Came winding down " . “ Should not the dove so white , Follow the seamew's flight " 10 26 " The skipper he stood beside the helm " 28 " And children coming home from school , Look in at the open door " 36 " Near at hand ...
xxiii. oldal
... strong again . Within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the unconquered will , He rises in my breast , Serene , and resolute , and still ...
... strong again . Within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the unconquered will , He rises in my breast , Serene , and resolute , and still ...
xxiv. oldal
... strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . 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 ...
... strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . 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 ...
xxiii. oldal
... strong again . “ Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars ; sweet to me , I will give them all back again . ” I give the first watch of the ...
... strong again . “ Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars ; sweet to me , I will give them all back again . ” I give the first watch of the ...
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xviii. oldal - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral...
77. oldal - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
38. oldal - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
87. oldal - And tonight 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 the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, 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...
36. oldal - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
236. oldal - Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire...
126. oldal - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
212. oldal - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not. attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
xxiii. oldal - The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
38. oldal - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide !" And loud that clarion voice replied Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...