The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; with IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 677 من الصفحات |
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... Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the roadside fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They ...
... Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the roadside fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They ...
الصفحة 30
... entered then into the church the Reverend Teacher . Father he hight and he was in the parish ; a Christianly plainness Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy winters . Friendly was he to behold , and glad as the ...
... entered then into the church the Reverend Teacher . Father he hight and he was in the parish ; a Christianly plainness Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy winters . Friendly was he to behold , and glad as the ...
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... Enter not with a lie on Life's journey ; the multitude hears you , Brothers and sisters and parents , what dear upon earth is and holy Standeth before your sight as a witness ; the Judge everlasting Looks from the sun down upon you ...
... Enter not with a lie on Life's journey ; the multitude hears you , Brothers and sisters and parents , what dear upon earth is and holy Standeth before your sight as a witness ; the Judge everlasting Looks from the sun down upon you ...
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... ( Enter FRANCISCO with a casket . ) Well , Francisco , What speed with Preciosa ? Fran . None , my lord . She sends your jewels back , and bids me tell you She is not to be purchased by your gold . Lara . Then I will try some other way to ...
... ( Enter FRANCISCO with a casket . ) Well , Francisco , What speed with Preciosa ? Fran . None , my lord . She sends your jewels back , and bids me tell you She is not to be purchased by your gold . Lara . Then I will try some other way to ...
الصفحة 47
... ( Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony . ) Viet . Poor little dove ! blest like a leaf ! Thou trem- Prec . I am so frightened ! ' Tis for thee I tremble ! I hate to have thee climb that wall by night ! Did no one see thee ? Vict . None , my ...
... ( Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony . ) Viet . Poor little dove ! blest like a leaf ! Thou trem- Prec . I am so frightened ! ' Tis for thee I tremble ! I hate to have thee climb that wall by night ! Did no one see thee ? Vict . None , my ...
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Acadian Angel answered art thou beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet CHRISTUS cloud COREY cried dark dead death door dream earth ENDICOTT EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest Giles Corey gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha holy JOHN ENDICOTT Kenabeek King Olaf land Laughing light listen living look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden MANAHEM meadow merry MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish Mondamin morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pray prayer Prec priest PRINCE HENRY river rose round sails sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thine thou art thought TITUBA unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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الصفحة 126 - 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...
الصفحة 87 - 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 3 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
الصفحة 27 - And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
الصفحة 27 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "...
الصفحة 27 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " "O father! I see a gleaming light, O say what may it be?" 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 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 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 219 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." 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 well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
الصفحة 471 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
الصفحة 36 - 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.