The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 sider |
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Side v
... ANGELS 11 FLOWERS 13 THE BELEAGUERED CITY 16 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 17 L'ENVOI 20 EARLIER POEMS . WOODS IN WINTER 22 AN APRIL DAY 23 AUTUMN 25 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM , AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER 26 ...
... ANGELS 11 FLOWERS 13 THE BELEAGUERED CITY 16 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 17 L'ENVOI 20 EARLIER POEMS . WOODS IN WINTER 22 AN APRIL DAY 23 AUTUMN 25 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM , AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER 26 ...
Side viii
... ANGELS 331 PROMETHEUS , OR THE POET'S FORETHOUGHT 334 THE LADDER OF ST . AUGUSTINE 336 THE PHANTOM SHIP HAUNTED HOUSES DAYLIGHT AND MOONLIGHT 338 340 342 IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE 344 THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S NEST 345 THE GOLDEN MILE ...
... ANGELS 331 PROMETHEUS , OR THE POET'S FORETHOUGHT 334 THE LADDER OF ST . AUGUSTINE 336 THE PHANTOM SHIP HAUNTED HOUSES DAYLIGHT AND MOONLIGHT 338 340 342 IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE 344 THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S NEST 345 THE GOLDEN MILE ...
Side 4
... angels ' wings . Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a ...
... angels ' wings . Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a ...
Side 10
... angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are 10 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
... angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are 10 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
Side 11
... holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like phantoms grim and tall , Shadows from the fitful fire - light Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.
... holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like phantoms grim and tall , Shadows from the fitful fire - light Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet Captain clouds dark dead Death descended door dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE Julius Cæsar JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips living look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning murmur night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla Puritan restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Side 275 - 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 begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 239 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Side 248 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Side 143 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. 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; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Side 153 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Side 275 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary...
Side 368 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each...
Side 339 - 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.
Side 144 - 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.
Side 153 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong. That it can follow the flight of song • Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend, SONNETS.