The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 sider |
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... feel the freshness of the streams , That , crossed by shades and sunny gleams , Water the green land of dreams , The holy land of song . Therefore , at Pentecost , which brings The spring , clothed like a bride , When nestling buds ...
... feel the freshness of the streams , That , crossed by shades and sunny gleams , Water the green land of dreams , The holy land of song . Therefore , at Pentecost , which brings The spring , clothed like a bride , When nestling buds ...
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... pray , The midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . THE BELEAGUERED CITY.
... pray , The midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . THE BELEAGUERED CITY.
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... no longer weep , Here , where complaint is still ! And they no longer feel , Here , where all gladness flies ! And by the cypresses Softly o'ershadowed , Until the Angel Calls them , they slumber ! THE DEAD From the German of Klopstock.
... no longer weep , Here , where complaint is still ! And they no longer feel , Here , where all gladness flies ! And by the cypresses Softly o'ershadowed , Until the Angel Calls them , they slumber ! THE DEAD From the German of Klopstock.
Side 72
... feel them all ! God hath wonders many , Which we cannot fathom , Placed within thy form ! When the heart is sinking , Thou alone canst raise it , Trembling in the storm ! THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . " HAST thou seen 72 TRANSLATIONS . SONG ...
... feel them all ! God hath wonders many , Which we cannot fathom , Placed within thy form ! When the heart is sinking , Thou alone canst raise it , Trembling in the storm ! THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . " HAST thou seen 72 TRANSLATIONS . SONG ...
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... Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never tiring ...
... Feels , but scarcely feels , a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm . And by all the world forsaken , Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there . Stained with blood and never tiring ...
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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.