The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, المجلد 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's throng I feel the freshness of the streams , That , crossed by shades and sunny gleams , Water ...
... saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the city's throng I feel the freshness of the streams , That , crossed by shades and sunny gleams , Water ...
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... They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , 18 Voices of the Night THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
... They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , 18 Voices of the Night THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
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... saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant chair beside me , Lays her gentle hand in mine . And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes , Like the stars , so ...
... saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant chair beside me , Lays her gentle hand in mine . And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes , Like the stars , so ...
الصفحة 125
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Th ' Artist , the friend of heaven , imagines Saint John when in Patmos , Gray , with his eyes uplifted to heaven , so seemed then the old man ; Such was the glance of his eye , and such were his tresses of ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Th ' Artist , the friend of heaven , imagines Saint John when in Patmos , Gray , with his eyes uplifted to heaven , so seemed then the old man ; Such was the glance of his eye , and such were his tresses of ...
الصفحة 164
... break of day , as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft - repeated prayer , A voice cried through the startled air , Excelsior ! A traveller , by the faithful hound , Half - 164 Ballads and other Poems.
... break of day , as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft - repeated prayer , A voice cried through the startled air , Excelsior ! A traveller , by the faithful hound , Half - 164 Ballads and other Poems.
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ Basil beautiful behold beneath Beware birds bosom breath bright brooklet child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest forever Gabriel gleam gold golden Grand-Pré Gypsy hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look loud maiden meadows moon morning mountains never Never forever night o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA restless heart rise river rose sail Saint sang SCENE shadow shalt silent singing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait walls wandered wave weary wild wind window words youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 387 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
الصفحة 532 - 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 517 - Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great...
الصفحة 358 - 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 110 - 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 19 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
الصفحة 535 - 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 447 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
الصفحة 105 - 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.
الصفحة 16 - 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.