The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, المجلد 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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الصفحة 12
... thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within 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 ...
... thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within 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 ...
الصفحة 16
... Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe ... art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to ...
... Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care , And they complain no more . Peace ! Peace ! Orestes - like I breathe ... art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to ...
الصفحة 20
... thou , too , whosoe'er thou art , That readest this brief psalm , As one by one thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know erelong , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be ...
... thou , too , whosoe'er thou art , That readest this brief psalm , As one by one thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know erelong , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be ...
الصفحة 41
... thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows , that thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature ...
... thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows , that thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature ...
الصفحة 70
... thou my shepherd , guard , and guide shalt be ; I will obey thy voice , and wait to see Thy feet all beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou ...
... thou my shepherd , guard , and guide shalt be ; I will obey thy voice , and wait to see Thy feet all beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou ...
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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.