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الصفحة xv
... Into the blithe and breathing air, Into the solemn wood, Solemn and silent
everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there, Kneeling at her evening
prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood. Before me rose an avenue Of tall and
sombrous ...
... Into the blithe and breathing air, Into the solemn wood, Solemn and silent
everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there, Kneeling at her evening
prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood. Before me rose an avenue Of tall and
sombrous ...
الصفحة xix
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again."
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was
for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of ...
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again."
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was
for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of ...
الصفحة xx
Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in
blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and
lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have
lived and ...
Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in
blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and
lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have
lived and ...
الصفحة 6
And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath
is spread Over the glassy skies, No mist or stain ! Then, too, the Old Year dieth,
And the forests utter a moan, Like the voice of one who crieth In the wilderness ...
And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath
is spread Over the glassy skies, No mist or stain ! Then, too, the Old Year dieth,
And the forests utter a moan, Like the voice of one who crieth In the wilderness ...
الصفحة 7
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees
, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a ...
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees
, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a ...
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Angel answered arms beautiful beneath birds breath bright cloud comes cried dark dead death deep door dreams earth entered eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fields fire flowers follow forest give gleam gold golden guests hand hast head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hour King land Laughing leaves light listen living look loud maiden morning mountains never night o'er Olaf once passed rest rise river rose round rushing sails sang seemed shadow shining ships silent singing sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stands stars stood strong sweet Take tale tell thee things thou thought Till town turned unto Vict village voice wait walls wandered waves wild wind woods youth
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| العنوان | Poems |
| المؤلف | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| الناشر | J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
| أصلي من | جامعة فيرجينيا |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 9 كانون الأول (ديسمبر) 2008 |
| عدد الصفحات | 391 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |