The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 sider |
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Side 35
... never fade ! Mansion of truth ! without a veil or shade , Thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye . 35 35 There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence , Gasping TO-MORROW From the Spanish of Lope de Vega THE NATIVE LAND From the Spanish ...
... never fade ! Mansion of truth ! without a veil or shade , Thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye . 35 35 There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence , Gasping TO-MORROW From the Spanish of Lope de Vega THE NATIVE LAND From the Spanish ...
Side 57
... never Ray of the sun lets in , nor of the moon . BEATRICE . FROM DANTE . PURGATORIO , XXX . XXXI . EVEN as the Blessed , in the new covenant , Shall rise up quickened , each one from his grave , Wearing again the garments of the flesh ...
... never Ray of the sun lets in , nor of the moon . BEATRICE . FROM DANTE . PURGATORIO , XXX . XXXI . EVEN as the Blessed , in the new covenant , Shall rise up quickened , each one from his grave , Wearing again the garments of the flesh ...
Side 92
... Never forgets he the weary ; -then welcome , ye loved ones , hereafter ! Meanwhile forget not the keeping of vows , forget not the promise , Wander from holiness onward to holiness ; earth shall ye heed not ; Earth is but dust and ...
... Never forgets he the weary ; -then welcome , ye loved ones , hereafter ! Meanwhile forget not the keeping of vows , forget not the promise , Wander from holiness onward to holiness ; earth shall ye heed not ; Earth is but dust and ...
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... never tiring , With its beak it doth not cease , From the cross ' twould free the Saviour , Its Creator's Son release . And the Saviour speaks in mildness : " Blest be thou of all the good ! Bear , as token of this moment , Marks of ...
... never tiring , With its beak it doth not cease , From the cross ' twould free the Saviour , Its Creator's Son release . And the Saviour speaks in mildness : " Blest be thou of all the good ! Bear , as token of this moment , Marks of ...
Side 105
... Never bore so lofty a brow ! What lovers ! they give not a single caress ! To see them so careless and cold to - day , These are grand people , one would say . What ails Baptiste ? what grief doth him oppress ? P It is , that , halt way ...
... Never bore so lofty a brow ! What lovers ! they give not a single caress ! To see them so careless and cold to - day , These are grand people , one would say . What ails Baptiste ? what grief doth him oppress ? P It is , that , halt way ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges Captain clouds COPLAS DE MANRIQUE dark dead Death descended dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest GASPAR BECERRA gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy HUMPHREY GILBERT John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Side 273 - 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 237 - 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 246 - 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 141 - 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 151 - 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 273 - 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 366 - 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 337 - 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 142 - 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 151 - 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.