The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1. kötetHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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18. oldal
... Death , THER And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have naught that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these ...
... Death , THER And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have naught that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these ...
28. oldal
... Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , sorely ! The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and ...
... Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , sorely ! The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and ...
36. oldal
... Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER WHEN winter winds are piercing chill , W And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I tread the hill , That ...
... Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER WHEN winter winds are piercing chill , W And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I tread the hill , That ...
45. oldal
... death dirge of the slain ; Behind , the long procession came Of hoary men and chiefs of fame , With heavy hearts , and eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief . Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed ...
... death dirge of the slain ; Behind , the long procession came Of hoary men and chiefs of fame , With heavy hearts , and eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief . Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed ...
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... death that called forth the poem upon which rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique . In the language of his historian , " Don Jorge Manrique , in an elegant Ode , full of poetic beauties , rich embellishments of genius ...
... death that called forth the poem upon which rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique . In the language of his historian , " Don Jorge Manrique , in an elegant Ode , full of poetic beauties , rich embellishments of genius ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ Basil beautiful behold beneath Beware birds bosom breath bright brooklet child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest forever Gabriel gleam gold golden Grand-Pré Gypsy hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look loud maiden meadows moon morning mountains never Never forever night o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA restless heart rise river rose sail Saint sang SCENE shadow shalt silent singing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait walls wandered wave weary wild wind window words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
387. oldal - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
532. oldal - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
517. oldal - Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great...
358. 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.
110. oldal - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
19. oldal - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
535. oldal - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
447. oldal - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
105. oldal - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
16. 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.