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الصفحة 16
... for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow. O, wait ! to thee my weary soul is
crying, Wait for me ! Yet why ask it, when I see, ... How oft my guardian angel
gently cried. ' ' Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How .he persists
to ...
... for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow. O, wait ! to thee my weary soul is
crying, Wait for me ! Yet why ask it, when I see, ... How oft my guardian angel
gently cried. ' ' Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How .he persists
to ...
الصفحة 18
My master yet had uttered not a word, While the first whiteness into wings
unfolded ; But, when he clearly recognized the pilot, He cried aloud: "Quick, quick
, and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward
shalt ...
My master yet had uttered not a word, While the first whiteness into wings
unfolded ; But, when he clearly recognized the pilot, He cried aloud: "Quick, quick
, and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward
shalt ...
الصفحة 21
But, when the maid departed, A Swabian raised his hand, And cried, all hot and
flushed with wine, " Long live the Swabian land ! ' ' The greatest kingdom upon
earth Cannot with that compare ; • With all the stout and hardy men And the ...
But, when the maid departed, A Swabian raised his hand, And cried, all hot and
flushed with wine, " Long live the Swabian land ! ' ' The greatest kingdom upon
earth Cannot with that compare ; • With all the stout and hardy men And the ...
الصفحة 40
At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft
-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior ! A traveller, by
the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand ...
At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft
-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior ! A traveller, by
the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand ...
الصفحة 41
... Half-battles for the free. Go on, until this land revokes The old and chartered
Lie, The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult humanity. A voice is ever at
thy side Speaking in tones of might, Like the prophetic voice, that cried To John in
...
... Half-battles for the free. Go on, until this land revokes The old and chartered
Lie, The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult humanity. A voice is ever at
thy side Speaking in tones of might, Like the prophetic voice, that cried To John in
...
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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 |
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