The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 من الصفحات |
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... earth or heaven , But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armour gleams . And ...
... earth or heaven , But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? O no ! from that blue tent above , A hero's armour gleams . And ...
الصفحة 10
... earth are they , 66 Where he was once a child . They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The ...
... earth are they , 66 Where he was once a child . They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The ...
الصفحة 12
... earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , More than all things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant ...
... earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , More than all things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant ...
الصفحة 13
... , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine , When he called the flowers , so blue and golden , Stars , that in earth's firmament do shine . Stars they are , wherein we read our history ,. FLOWERS.
... , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine , When he called the flowers , so blue and golden , Stars , that in earth's firmament do shine . Stars they are , wherein we read our history ,. FLOWERS.
الصفحة 14
... earth , -these golden flowers . And the Poet , faithful and far - seeing , Sees , alike in stars and flowers , a part Of the self - same , universal being , Which is throbbing in his brain and heart . Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight ...
... earth , -these golden flowers . And the Poet , faithful and far - seeing , Sees , alike in stars and flowers , a part Of the self - same , universal being , Which is throbbing in his brain and heart . Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight ...
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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.