Ballads, Lyrics and Sonnets: From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1889 - 230 oldal |
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61. oldal
... heard the old clock on the stair , - " Forever- never ! Never - forever ! " All are scattered now and fled , Some are married , some are dead ; And when I ask , with throbs of pain , " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? The Old Clock ...
... heard the old clock on the stair , - " Forever- never ! Never - forever ! " All are scattered now and fled , Some are married , some are dead ; And when I ask , with throbs of pain , " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? The Old Clock ...
77. oldal
... crowd . A gray old man , the third and last , Sang in cathedrals dim and vast , While the majestic organ rolled Contrition from its mouths of gold . And those who heard the Singers three Disputed which the The Singers 77.
... crowd . A gray old man , the third and last , Sang in cathedrals dim and vast , While the majestic organ rolled Contrition from its mouths of gold . And those who heard the Singers three Disputed which the The Singers 77.
78. oldal
From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And those who heard the Singers three Disputed which the best might be ; For still their music seemed to start Discordant echoes in each heart . But the ...
From the Poetic Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And those who heard the Singers three Disputed which the best might be ; For still their music seemed to start Discordant echoes in each heart . But the ...
99. oldal
... heard their bells ; But his rhymes Found other chimes , Nearer to the earth than they . Gone are all the barons bold , Gone are all the knights and squires , Gone the abbot stern and cold , And the brotherhood of friars ; Not a name ...
... heard their bells ; But his rhymes Found other chimes , Nearer to the earth than they . Gone are all the barons bold , Gone are all the knights and squires , Gone the abbot stern and cold , And the brotherhood of friars ; Not a name ...
102. oldal
... heard to play , Victor Galbraith ! Through the mist of the valley damp and gray The sentinels hear the sound , and say , " That is the wraith Of Victor Galbraith ! " MY LOST YOUTH . FTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by ...
... heard to play , Victor Galbraith ! Through the mist of the valley damp and gray The sentinels hear the sound , and say , " That is the wraith Of Victor Galbraith ! " MY LOST YOUTH . FTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Angel Apennines art thou beautiful belfry BELISARIUS Bells of Lynn beneath Beware breast breath bright Bruges burning celestial CHILDREN'S HOUR crown dark dead death deep divine door dream dreary drifting Edition Enceladus Excelsior eyes fair feet fire flame forever Forever Never gate gleam golden grave guests hand hear heard heart heaven hour Jaen King Robert land laughing light long thoughts look loud maiden midnight mist Monk morning never Never forever nevermore night night-wind o'er Old North Church pain passed Paul Revere poet prayer roar round sails sand seemed shadow shine ships shore Sicily silent singing sleep snow song soul sound splendor stair star steed street sweet thou thoughts of youth tide toil tower town unto Valmond Vaud Victor Galbraith village vision VITTORIA COLONNA voice wakeful eyes walls wander watched waves weary wild wind wind's wreck youth are long
Népszerű szakaszok
26. oldal - His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er he can ; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
27. 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. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
37. oldal - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
117. oldal - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee. •• Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread . In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away, With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
58. 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.
86. oldal - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
57. oldal - 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...
102. oldal - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
16. oldal - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
72. oldal - 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, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...