The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Complete edWarne, 1868 - 628 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 13
... rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique . In the language of his historian , " Don Jorge Manrique , in an elegant ode , full of poetic beauties , rich embellishments of genius and high moral reflections , mourned the death ...
... rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique . In the language of his historian , " Don Jorge Manrique , in an elegant ode , full of poetic beauties , rich embellishments of genius and high moral reflections , mourned the death ...
الصفحة 14
... rest The weary soul . Did we but use it as we ought , This world would school each wander- ing thought To its high state . Faith wings the soul beyond the sky , Up to that better world on high For which we wait . Yes , the glad ...
... rest The weary soul . Did we but use it as we ought , This world would school each wander- ing thought To its high state . Faith wings the soul beyond the sky , Up to that better world on high For which we wait . Yes , the glad ...
الصفحة 15
... rest the inconstant goddess knows , But changing , and without repose , Still hurries on . Even could the hand of avarice save Its gilded baubles , till the grave Reclaimed its prey , Let none on such poor hopes rely ; Life , like an ...
... rest the inconstant goddess knows , But changing , and without repose , Still hurries on . Even could the hand of avarice save Its gilded baubles , till the grave Reclaimed its prey , Let none on such poor hopes rely ; Life , like an ...
الصفحة 18
... rest ; The will of Heaven my will shall be , — I bow to the divine decree , To God's behest . " My soul is ready to depart , No thought rebels , the obedient heart Breathes forth no sigh ; The wish on earth to linger still Were vain ...
... rest ; The will of Heaven my will shall be , — I bow to the divine decree , To God's behest . " My soul is ready to depart , No thought rebels , the obedient heart Breathes forth no sigh ; The wish on earth to linger still Were vain ...
الصفحة 19
... rest ! And though the warrior's sun has set , Its light shall linger round us yet , Bright , radiant , blest . THE BROOK . FROM THE SPANISH . LAUGH of the mountain ! -lyre of bird and tree ! Pomp of the meadow ! mirror of the morn ! The ...
... rest ! And though the warrior's sun has set , Its light shall linger round us yet , Bright , radiant , blest . THE BROOK . FROM THE SPANISH . LAUGH of the mountain ! -lyre of bird and tree ! Pomp of the meadow ! mirror of the morn ! The ...
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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.