The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, المجلد 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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الصفحة 10
... city's throng I feel the freshness of the streams , That , crossed by shades and sunny gleams , Water the green land of dreams , The holy land of song . Therefore , at Pentecost , which brings The Spring , ΙΟ Prelude PAGE PRELUDE.
... city's throng I feel the freshness of the streams , That , crossed by shades and sunny gleams , Water the green land of dreams , The holy land of song . Therefore , at Pentecost , which brings The Spring , ΙΟ Prelude PAGE PRELUDE.
الصفحة 12
... thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . Prelude " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be 12 Prelude.
... thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . Prelude " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be 12 Prelude.
الصفحة 15
... some old poet's rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there , From those deep cisterns flows . - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear HYMN TO THE NIGHT.
... some old poet's rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there , From those deep cisterns flows . - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear HYMN TO THE NIGHT.
الصفحة 16
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with ...
الصفحة 21
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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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.