The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1. kötetHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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12. oldal
... falling on my weary brain , Like a fast - falling shower , The dreams of youth came back again , Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , O stay ! Ye were ...
... falling on my weary brain , Like a fast - falling shower , The dreams of youth came back again , Low lispings of the summer rain , Dropping on the ripened grain , As once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , O stay ! Ye were ...
13. oldal
... fall fast ; Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe ...
... fall fast ; Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe ...
28. oldal
... falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing , " Pray ...
... falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing , " Pray ...
52. oldal
... fall . Tell me , the charms that lovers seek In the clear eye and blushing cheek , The hues that play O'er rosy lip and brow of snow , When hoary age approaches slow , Ah , where are they ? The cunning skill , the curious arts , The ...
... fall . Tell me , the charms that lovers seek In the clear eye and blushing cheek , The hues that play O'er rosy lip and brow of snow , When hoary age approaches slow , Ah , where are they ? The cunning skill , the curious arts , The ...
54. oldal
... delights , which mask In treacherous smiles life's serious task , What are they , all , But the fleet coursers of the chase , And death an ambush in the race , Wherein we fall ? No foe , no dangerous pass , we heed , Translations.
... delights , which mask In treacherous smiles life's serious task , What are they , all , But the fleet coursers of the chase , And death an ambush in the race , Wherein we fall ? No foe , no dangerous pass , we heed , Translations.
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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.