The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, المجلد 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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الصفحة 37
... round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is hung . Where , from their frozen urns , mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide , Shrilly the skater's iron ...
... round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is hung . Where , from their frozen urns , mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide , Shrilly the skater's iron ...
الصفحة 39
... round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior bow , Spare him ! By our holy vow , By our prayers and many tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ! he our love hath shared ! Spare him as thou wouldst be spared ! " Take thy ...
... round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior bow , Spare him ! By our holy vow , By our prayers and many tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ! he our love hath shared ! Spare him as thou wouldst be spared ! " Take thy ...
الصفحة 40
... round the wooded height , And , in their fading glory , shone Like hosts in battle overthrown , As many a pinnacle , with shifting glance , Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance , And rocking on the cliff was left The dark ...
... round the wooded height , And , in their fading glory , shone Like hosts in battle overthrown , As many a pinnacle , with shifting glance , Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance , And rocking on the cliff was left The dark ...
الصفحة 43
... a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK N sunny slope and beechen swell The Spirit of Poetry 43.
... a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK N sunny slope and beechen swell The Spirit of Poetry 43.
الصفحة 54
... round , And they are gone ! No rest the inconstant goddess knows , But changing , and without repose , Still hurries on . Even could the hand of avarice save Its gilded baubles , till the grave Reclaimed its prey , Let none on such poor ...
... round , And they are gone ! No rest the inconstant goddess knows , But changing , and without repose , Still hurries on . Even could the hand of avarice save Its gilded baubles , till the grave Reclaimed its prey , Let none on such poor ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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.