The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGall & Inglis, 1865 - 700 من الصفحات |
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... HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm ...
... HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm ...
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... heard the while , Sung low in the dim , mysterious aisle . " Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave : When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale , TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE 8 ...
... heard the while , Sung low in the dim , mysterious aisle . " Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave : When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale , TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE 8 ...
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... heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little avails it now to know Of ages passed so long ago , Nor how they rolled ; Our theme shall be of yesterday , Which to oblivion sweeps away , Like days of old . Where is the King , Don ...
... heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little avails it now to know Of ages passed so long ago , Nor how they rolled ; Our theme shall be of yesterday , Which to oblivion sweeps away , Like days of old . Where is the King , Don ...
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... heard on the gale a sound of wail , And tears came to mine eye . " And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? " Led they not forth , in rapture ...
... heard on the gale a sound of wail , And tears came to mine eye . " And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? " Led they not forth , in rapture ...
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... heard them singing home the bride ; And , as I listened to the song , I thought my turn would come ere long , Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide . Thy cards forsooth can never lie , To me such joy they prophesy , Thy skill shall be ...
... heard them singing home the bride ; And , as I listened to the song , I thought my turn would come ere long , Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide . Thy cards forsooth can never lie , To me such joy they prophesy , Thy skill shall be ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face father Filled flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden grave guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadows shining shore Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand Standish stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice Wabasso wall wampum Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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الصفحة 285 - 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 124 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
الصفحة 52 - Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
الصفحة 52 - 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 4 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
الصفحة 93 - Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
الصفحة 128 - ... embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed. The swelling heart...
الصفحة 343 - Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away ! 346 ENCELADUS.
الصفحة 36 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
الصفحة 307 - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.