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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 xii
240 " Therefore whistled Thorberg Skafting " 256 " The victims stood, with fagots
piled around" 266 " It is the angel men call Azrael " 293 " I lay upon the headland-
heights " 317 Giotto's Tower 321 " Each other's own best company " • 352 " The ...
240 " Therefore whistled Thorberg Skafting " 256 " The victims stood, with fagots
piled around" 266 " It is the angel men call Azrael " 293 " I lay upon the headland-
heights " 317 Giotto's Tower 321 " Each other's own best company " • 352 " The ...
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 8
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's
returning march, And woods were brightened, and soft gales Went forth to kiss
the sun-clad vales. The clouds were far beneath me ; bathed in light, They
gathered ...
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's
returning march, And woods were brightened, and soft gales Went forth to kiss
the sun-clad vales. The clouds were far beneath me ; bathed in light, They
gathered ...
الصفحة 10
They sang, that by his native bowers He stood, in the last moon of flowers, And
thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But, as the
summer fruit decays, So died he in those naked days. A dark cloak of the
roebuck's skin ...
They sang, that by his native bowers He stood, in the last moon of flowers, And
thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But, as the
summer fruit decays, So died he in those naked days. A dark cloak of the
roebuck's skin ...
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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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