The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 42
... face , As we can clothe the soul with light , And make the glorious spirit bright With heavenly grace , — How busily each passing hour Should we exert that magic power ! What ardour show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave ...
... face , As we can clothe the soul with light , And make the glorious spirit bright With heavenly grace , — How busily each passing hour Should we exert that magic power ! What ardour show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave ...
الصفحة 45
... face , One stroke of thy all - powerful mace Can overthrow . Unnumbered hosts , that threaten nigh , Pennon and standard flaunting high , And flag displayed ; High battlements intrenched around , Bastion , and moated wall , and mound ...
... face , One stroke of thy all - powerful mace Can overthrow . Unnumbered hosts , that threaten nigh , Pennon and standard flaunting high , And flag displayed ; High battlements intrenched around , Bastion , and moated wall , and mound ...
الصفحة 55
... face ! And more than a hundred spirits sat within . " In exitu Israel out of Egypt ! " Thus sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast ...
... face ! And more than a hundred spirits sat within . " In exitu Israel out of Egypt ! " Thus sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast ...
الصفحة 57
... face uprising , overshadowed , So that , by temperate influence of vapours , The eye sustained his aspect for long while ; Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers , Which from those hands angelic were thrown up , And down descended ...
... face uprising , overshadowed , So that , by temperate influence of vapours , The eye sustained his aspect for long while ; Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers , Which from those hands angelic were thrown up , And down descended ...
الصفحة 62
... face , Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . Upon that tender eye , my little friend , Soft sleep shall come , that cometh not to me ...
... face , Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . Upon that tender eye , my little friend , Soft sleep shall come , that cometh not to me ...
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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.