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الصفحة xi
26 "The skipper he stood beside the helm" 28 "And children coming home from
school, Look in at the open door" . 36 " Near at hand, From under the sheltering
trees " .... 82 " From the tumbling surf" 86 Autumn 91 " She bore to the reapers at ...
26 "The skipper he stood beside the helm" 28 "And children coming home from
school, Look in at the open door" . 36 " Near at hand, From under the sheltering
trees " .... 82 " From the tumbling surf" 86 Autumn 91 " She bore to the reapers at ...
الصفحة xvi
... ceaselessly, Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below. "
There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars
between, And whosoever looks therein Sees the heavens all black with sin, Sees
...
... ceaselessly, Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below. "
There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars
between, And whosoever looks therein Sees the heavens all black with sin, Sees
...
الصفحة 7
Inverted in the tide Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw, And the
fair trees look over, side by side, And see themselves below. Sweet April ! many a
thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail, till, to its ...
Inverted in the tide Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw, And the
fair trees look over, side by side, And see themselves below. Sweet April ! many a
thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail, till, to its ...
الصفحة 9
No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. ... sun Aslant the wooded slope,
at evening, goes, Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, Mountain,
and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees,
...
No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. ... sun Aslant the wooded slope,
at evening, goes, Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, Mountain,
and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees,
...
الصفحة 16
O strange delusion ! that I did not greet Thy blest approach, and O, to Heaven
how lost, If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon
thy feet. How oft my guardian angel gently cried. ' ' Soul, from thy casement look,
...
O strange delusion ! that I did not greet Thy blest approach, and O, to Heaven
how lost, If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon
thy feet. How oft my guardian angel gently cried. ' ' Soul, from thy casement look,
...
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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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