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الصفحة xii
218 " Come to me, O ye children " 221 " O little feet ! that such long years Must
wander on " . . . 228 "Like an old patriarch he appeared" 234 " Alas ! dear lady,
there can be no task So sweet tome" . . . ;t . 240 " Therefore whistled Thorberg ...
218 " Come to me, O ye children " 221 " O little feet ! that such long years Must
wander on " . . . 228 "Like an old patriarch he appeared" 234 " Alas ! dear lady,
there can be no task So sweet tome" . . . ;t . 240 " Therefore whistled Thorberg ...
الصفحة 7
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows thai gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill. That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare
upland, and away Through the long reach WOODS IN WINTER. 7 Autumn Woods
in ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows thai gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill. That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare
upland, and away Through the long reach WOODS IN WINTER. 7 Autumn Woods
in ...
الصفحة 8
Spare him ! as thou wouldst ba spared ! "Take thy banner ! and if e'er Thou
shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread
of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall b« Martial cloak and shroud for thee.
Spare him ! as thou wouldst ba spared ! "Take thy banner ! and if e'er Thou
shouldst press the soldier's bier, And the muffled drum should beat To the tread
of mournful feet, Then this crimson flag shall b« Martial cloak and shroud for thee.
الصفحة 9
And frequent, on the everlasting hills, Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In
all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stern, strong wind. And here,
amid The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy ...
And frequent, on the everlasting hills, Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In
all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stern, strong wind. And here,
amid The silent majesty of these deep woods, Its presence shall uplift thy ...
الصفحة 13
... and breathe love's ardent flame, Low at their feet ? Where is the song of
Troubadour ? Where are the lute and gay tambour They loved of yore ? Where is
the mazy dance of old, The flowing robes, inwrought with gold, The dancers wore
?
... and breathe love's ardent flame, Low at their feet ? Where is the song of
Troubadour ? Where are the lute and gay tambour They loved of yore ? Where is
the mazy dance of old, The flowing robes, inwrought with gold, The dancers wore
?
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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
معلومات المراجع
| 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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