H. W. Longfellow and W. C. BryantP. F. Collier, 1902 - 714 من الصفحات |
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... Agas- .......... siz 344 Children . 345 ... Sandalphon . 345 Prometheus , or the Poet's Fore- Epimetheus , or the Poet's thought ..... 329 Afterthought . 346 PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green CONTENTS . XV.
... Agas- .......... siz 344 Children . 345 ... Sandalphon . 345 Prometheus , or the Poet's Fore- Epimetheus , or the Poet's thought ..... 329 Afterthought . 346 PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green CONTENTS . XV.
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... green , And winds were soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the ...
... green , And winds were soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above , But the ...
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... green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or heaven , But the cold ...
... green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or heaven , But the cold ...
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... green - embla- zoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the center of his brazen shield ; Not alone in meadows and green alleys , On the mountain - top , and by the brink Of sequestered pools in woodland valleys ...
... green - embla- zoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the center of his brazen shield ; Not alone in meadows and green alleys , On the mountain - top , and by the brink Of sequestered pools in woodland valleys ...
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... green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reach- And , when the eve is born , ing far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her horn , And twinkles many a ...
... green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reach- And , when the eve is born , ing far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her horn , And twinkles many a ...
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Acadian arrows beautiful behold beneath birds blossoms bosom breath bright Chibiabos CHISPA clouds CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death deep DON CARLOS dost dreams earth Edenhall eyes fair father fire flowers forest gaze gentle gleam golden grave green Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha HYPOLITO John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land LARA Laughing Water leaves light look maiden maize meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountain murmur night o'er Osseo pass Pau-Puk-Keewis PRECIOSA rise river rock rose round sail Sandalphon sang shade shadows shalt shining shore silent singing sleep smile snow soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit Standish stars stood stream strong summer sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought trees VICTORIAN village voice wampum wander waves weary wigwam wild wind woods words youth
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الصفحة 310 - 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 289 Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
الصفحة 223 - 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 299 - 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 3 - 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 228 - EXCELSIOR. 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 282 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day.
الصفحة 223 - UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms 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 38 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
الصفحة 37 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, and to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, and a scornful laugh laughed he.
الصفحة 29 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.