The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 من الصفحات |
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... behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of ...
... behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of ...
الصفحة 12
... behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like a fiery snake , coiled round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves ...
... behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like a fiery snake , coiled round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves ...
الصفحة 28
... behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover , and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet ...
... behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover , and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet ...
الصفحة 44
... behold no more our homes in the village of Grand - Pré ! " Loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farm - yards , Thinking the day had dawned ; and anon the lowing of cattle Came on the evening breeze , by the barking of dogs ...
... behold no more our homes in the village of Grand - Pré ! " Loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farm - yards , Thinking the day had dawned ; and anon the lowing of cattle Came on the evening breeze , by the barking of dogs ...
الصفحة 52
... , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he behold it not , he can hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . II . It was the month of May . Far 52 EVANGELINE .
... , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he behold it not , he can hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . II . It was the month of May . Far 52 EVANGELINE .
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Acadian Acadie angel arms art thou BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS doth dream earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU Gipsy gleam gold golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest restless heart rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shine ships silent silver singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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الصفحة 188 - 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.
الصفحة 216 - 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 189 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
الصفحة 224 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
الصفحة 151 - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
الصفحة 101 - 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 539 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
الصفحة 293 - 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 242 - With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow.
الصفحة 210 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow'. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.