The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge and sons, Broadway, Ludgate hill., 1866 - 367 من الصفحات |
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... wall , with gestures fantastic , Darted his own huge shadow , and vanished away into darkness . Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm - chair , Laughed in the flickering light ; and the pewter plates on the dresser ...
... wall , with gestures fantastic , Darted his own huge shadow , and vanished away into darkness . Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm - chair , Laughed in the flickering light ; and the pewter plates on the dresser ...
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... walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven . " Silenced , but not convinced , when the story was ended , the blacksmith Stood like a man who fain would speak , but findeth no language ; All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his ...
... walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven . " Silenced , but not convinced , when the story was ended , the blacksmith Stood like a man who fain would speak , but findeth no language ; All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his ...
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... walls of heaven , and o'er the horizon Titan - like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow , Seizing the rocks and the rivers , and piling huge shadows together . Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the ...
... walls of heaven , and o'er the horizon Titan - like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow , Seizing the rocks and the rivers , and piling huge shadows together . Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the ...
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... walls of ancient cathedrals . Deathlike the silence seemed , and unbroken , save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar - trees returning at sunset , Or by the owl , as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter . Lovely the ...
... walls of ancient cathedrals . Deathlike the silence seemed , and unbroken , save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar - trees returning at sunset , Or by the owl , as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter . Lovely the ...
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... walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they rose and continued their journey . Softly the evening came . The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended ...
... walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they rose and continued their journey . Softly the evening came . The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chispa clouds cried Dacotahs dark dead death dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father Fcap fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water leaves light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Molière Mondamin moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stand star stood strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wandered weary whispered wigwam wild wind woods words youth
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الصفحة 144 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 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 109 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
الصفحة 160 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail,...
الصفحة 169 - There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
الصفحة 35 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
الصفحة 580 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together...
الصفحة 87 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be : And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
الصفحة 36 - 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 137 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer...
الصفحة 48 - Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, Was ringing to the merry shout, That faint and far the glen- sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills ! No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.