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... follow- ing details may be noted . The prose work Outremer was published in 1835 , and the tale of Kavanagh in 1849 ; the important translation of Dante's Commedia in 1867 ; the New England Tragedies , his latest work , in 1868. The ...
... follow- ing details may be noted . The prose work Outremer was published in 1835 , and the tale of Kavanagh in 1849 ; the important translation of Dante's Commedia in 1867 ; the New England Tragedies , his latest work , in 1868. The ...
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... follow me along the garden wall . That is the way my master climbs to the lady's window . It is by the Vicar's skirts that the devil climbs into the belfry . Come , follow me , and make no noise . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - PRECIOSA'S ...
... follow me along the garden wall . That is the way my master climbs to the lady's window . It is by the Vicar's skirts that the devil climbs into the belfry . Come , follow me , and make no noise . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - PRECIOSA'S ...
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... follow than the ills we cure . As Panem et Circenses was the cry Among the Roman populace of old , So Pan y Toros is the cry in Spain . Hence I would act advisedly herein ; And therefore have induced your grace to see These national ...
... follow than the ills we cure . As Panem et Circenses was the cry Among the Roman populace of old , So Pan y Toros is the cry in Spain . Hence I would act advisedly herein ; And therefore have induced your grace to see These national ...
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... follow . Let us join The crowd that pours into the Prado . We shall find merrier company ; I see The Marialonzos and the Almavivas , And fifty fans , that beckon me already . There [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - PRECIOSA'S chamber . She is ...
... follow . Let us join The crowd that pours into the Prado . We shall find merrier company ; I see The Marialonzos and the Almavivas , And fifty fans , that beckon me already . There [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - PRECIOSA'S chamber . She is ...
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... Follow that ! follow that ! Come with me . Puss ! puss ! ( Exeunt . On the opposite side enter the COUNT OF LARA and gen- tlemen , with FRANCISCO . ) Lara . The gate is fast . Over the wall , Francisco , And draw the bolt . There , so ...
... Follow that ! follow that ! Come with me . Puss ! puss ! ( Exeunt . On the opposite side enter the COUNT OF LARA and gen- tlemen , with FRANCISCO . ) Lara . The gate is fast . Over the wall , Francisco , And draw the bolt . There , so ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Ed. with a Critical Memoir by W.M ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath Chibiabos Chispa cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death dream Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face father Filled flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy gleamed golden Grand-Pré guests hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha HYPOLITO John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er Odin Olaf's old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa priest Prince Henry river rose round rushing sailing sang shadow shining shore Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet sword thee Thou art thought unto Ursula Vict village voice wall wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words
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Side 421 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the...
Side 451 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Side 379 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Side 309 - Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill. Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all!
Side 439 - 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.
Side 381 - Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished...
Side 427 - 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...
Side 450 - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man ! with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need...
Side 404 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Side 409 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was 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?