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الصفحة 5
Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood,
as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound,
The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river ...
Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood,
as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound,
The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river ...
الصفحة 22
I heard a brooklet gushing From its rocky fountain near, Down into the valley
rushing, So fresh and wondrous clear. I know not what came o'er me, Nor who
the counsel gave ; But I must hasten downward, All with my pilgrim-stave ;
Downward, ...
I heard a brooklet gushing From its rocky fountain near, Down into the valley
rushing, So fresh and wondrous clear. I know not what came o'er me, Nor who
the counsel gave ; But I must hasten downward, All with my pilgrim-stave ;
Downward, ...
الصفحة 60
... I would only love you. I would not take your honor, but restore it, And in return I
ask but some slight mark Of your affection. If indeed you love me, As you confess
you do, O let me thus With this embrace — Vict, (rushing forward). Hold ! hold!
... I would only love you. I would not take your honor, but restore it, And in return I
ask but some slight mark Of your affection. If indeed you love me, As you confess
you do, O let me thus With this embrace — Vict, (rushing forward). Hold ! hold!
الصفحة 68
A grave and sombre man, whose beetling brow O'erhangs the rushing current of
his speech As rocks o'er rivers hang. Have you forgotten ? Padre C. Indeed, I
have. O, those were pleasant days, Those college days ! I ne'er shall sec the like i
I ...
A grave and sombre man, whose beetling brow O'erhangs the rushing current of
his speech As rocks o'er rivers hang. Have you forgotten ? Padre C. Indeed, I
have. O, those were pleasant days, Those college days ! I ne'er shall sec the like i
I ...
الصفحة 82
... from heaven to earth ; Till glimpses more sublime Of things, unseen before,
Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel
Turning foreverr:ore In the rapid and rushing river of Time. TO A CHILD. Dear
child ! how ...
... from heaven to earth ; Till glimpses more sublime Of things, unseen before,
Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel
Turning foreverr:ore In the rapid and rushing river of Time. TO A CHILD. Dear
child ! how ...
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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 |
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