The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, المجلد 2H. Holt, 1918 - 4009 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 2370
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE ARMADA : A FRAGMENT [ JULY 21-29 , 1588 ] ATTEND , all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I sing of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days , When that great fleet ...
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE ARMADA : A FRAGMENT [ JULY 21-29 , 1588 ] ATTEND , all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I sing of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days , When that great fleet ...
الصفحة 2422
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] PAUL REVERE'S RIDE From " Tales of a Wayside Inn " [ APRIL 18-19 , 1775 ] LISTEN , my children , and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere , On the eighteenth of April , in seventy ...
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] PAUL REVERE'S RIDE From " Tales of a Wayside Inn " [ APRIL 18-19 , 1775 ] LISTEN , my children , and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere , On the eighteenth of April , in seventy ...
الصفحة 2426
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 1807-1882 ] NEW ENGLAND'S CHEVY CHASE [ APRIL 19 , 1775 ] ' Twas the dead of the night . By the pineknot's red light . Brooks lay , half - asleep , when he heard the alarm , - Only this , and no more , from ...
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 1807-1882 ] NEW ENGLAND'S CHEVY CHASE [ APRIL 19 , 1775 ] ' Twas the dead of the night . By the pineknot's red light . Brooks lay , half - asleep , when he heard the alarm , - Only this , and no more , from ...
الصفحة 2464
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE LOST COLORS [ 1843 ] FROWNING , the mountain stronghold stood , Whose front no mortal could assail ; For more than twice three hundred years The terror of the Indian vale . By blood and fire ...
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE LOST COLORS [ 1843 ] FROWNING , the mountain stronghold stood , Whose front no mortal could assail ; For more than twice three hundred years The terror of the Indian vale . By blood and fire ...
الصفحة 2631
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807–1882 ] וי NUREMBERG IN the valley of the Pegnitz , where The Belfry of Bruges 2631.
... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807–1882 ] וי NUREMBERG IN the valley of the Pegnitz , where The Belfry of Bruges 2631.
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الصفحة 2829 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
الصفحة 2735 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
الصفحة 2823 - Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight...
الصفحة 2235 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
الصفحة 3152 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
الصفحة 2418 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ; That was all ! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night ; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
الصفحة 2204 - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To...
الصفحة 2907 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
الصفحة 3459 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
الصفحة 3150 - what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.