The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Complete edWarne, 1868 - 628 من الصفحات |
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... fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong . THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the ...
... fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong . THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the ...
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... fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine , When he called the flowers , so blue and golden , Stars ...
... fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine , When he called the flowers , so blue and golden , Stars ...
الصفحة 6
... fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES , the Year is growing old , And his eye is pale and bleared ... fear , C And say to them , " Be of good cheer ! Ye sounds , so low and calm , That in the groves of balm Seemed to ...
... fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES , the Year is growing old , And his eye is pale and bleared ... fear , C And say to them , " Be of good cheer ! Ye sounds , so low and calm , That in the groves of balm Seemed to ...
الصفحة 12
... fears not , death . Beloved country ! banished from thy shore , A stranger in this prison - house of clay , The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee ! Heavenward the bright perfections I adore Direct , and the sure promise cheers the ...
... fears not , death . Beloved country ! banished from thy shore , A stranger in this prison - house of clay , The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee ! Heavenward the bright perfections I adore Direct , and the sure promise cheers the ...
الصفحة 13
... fears , Or dark despair ; Midway so many toils appear , That he who lingers longest here Knows most of care . Thy goods are bought with many a groan , By the hot sweat of toil alone , And weary hearts ; Fleet - footed is the approach of ...
... fears , Or dark despair ; Midway so many toils appear , That he who lingers longest here Knows most of care . Thy goods are bought with many a groan , By the hot sweat of toil alone , And weary hearts ; Fleet - footed is the approach of ...
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Acadian Angel answered beautiful behold beneath birds blessed breath bright brooklet Chispa clouds cried CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos door dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek King land Lara Laughing Laughing Water light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnesinger Mondamin Monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stand star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered waves whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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الصفحة 279 - 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.
الصفحة 280 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
الصفحة 300 - Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
الصفحة 267 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not. attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
الصفحة 279 - Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
الصفحة 280 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
الصفحة 129 - 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...
الصفحة vii - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
الصفحة 94 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. " This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
الصفحة 89 - 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.