The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 من الصفحات |
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... that which cannot die , Bright visions , came to me , As lapped in thought I used to lie , And into the summer sky , gaze Where the sailing clouds went by , Like ships upon the sea ; PRELUDE . Dreams that the soul of youth engage Ere.
... that which cannot die , Bright visions , came to me , As lapped in thought I used to lie , And into the summer sky , gaze Where the sailing clouds went by , Like ships upon the sea ; PRELUDE . Dreams that the soul of youth engage Ere.
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... bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love . Bright and glorious is that revelation , Written all over this great world of ours ; Making evident our own creation , In these stars of earth , -these golden flowers . And ...
... bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love . Bright and glorious is that revelation , Written all over this great world of ours ; Making evident our own creation , In these stars of earth , -these golden flowers . And ...
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... akin they are to human things . And with childlike , credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of the bright and better land . THE BELEAGUERED CITY . YES , the Year is growing.
... akin they are to human things . And with childlike , credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of the bright and better land . THE BELEAGUERED CITY . YES , the Year is growing.
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... bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And , when the eve is born , In ...
... bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And , when the eve is born , In ...
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... bright inheritance of golden fruits , A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene . There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on ...
... bright inheritance of golden fruits , A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene . There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges Captain clouds COPLAS DE MANRIQUE dark dead Death descended dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest GASPAR BECERRA gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy HUMPHREY GILBERT John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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الصفحة 273 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
الصفحة 237 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
الصفحة 246 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
الصفحة 141 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
الصفحة 151 - 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 273 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary...
الصفحة 366 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each...
الصفحة 337 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
الصفحة 142 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
الصفحة 151 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. 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, SONNETS.