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The Old Bridge at Florence 868 II Ponte Vecchio di Fireuze 868 Notes 869 Index
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... Sea 806 The Tides 867 A Shadow 367 A Nameless Grave . 867 Sleep • , 867
The Old Bridge at Florence 868 II Ponte Vecchio di Fireuze 868 Notes 869 Index
389 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Page " I heard the trailing garments X
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الصفحة xvi
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw
her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence,
by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of ...
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw
her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence,
by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of ...
الصفحة xvii
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. ''' I HEARD THE TRAILING GARMENTS OF THE
NiGHT." — Page Z. "The foolish, fond Old Year." — Page.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. ''' I HEARD THE TRAILING GARMENTS OF THE
NiGHT." — Page Z. "The foolish, fond Old Year." — Page.
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And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low, in the dim, mysterious
aisle. " Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave ; When the
battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music ...
And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low, in the dim, mysterious
aisle. " Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave ; When the
battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music ...
الصفحة 10
... so like the gentle air of Spring, As, from the morning's dewy flowers, it comes
Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy To have it round us, and her silver voice Is
the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate
cadence.
... so like the gentle air of Spring, As, from the morning's dewy flowers, it comes
Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy To have it round us, and her silver voice Is
the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate
cadence.
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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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