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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumen2 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1881 |
Términos y frases comunes
answer arrows beautiful beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birds breath canoe Captain Chibiabos cloud corn-fields cried Dacotahs darkness dead death doorway dreams earth EPIMETHEUS eyes face father feet fire floating Flower forest Gitche Gitche Gumee gleams grave guests hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Homeward Iagoo Inchkenneth Indian John Alden Kahgahgee Kenabeek King Kwasind lake land Laughing Water leaped light listened lodge look maiden Manito meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha mist Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo PANDORA Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees Plymouth Priscilla PROMETHEUS river rose round rushing sail Sandalphon Sang shadows shining shining land shouted silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sound spake speak Spirit Star stood sunshine sweet thee thou thoughts unto Victor Galbraith village voice Wabenos waiting wampum warriors waves Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words
Pasajes populares
Página 343 - Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, >o Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 348 - Lord, how beautiful was Thy day ! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho ! brave hearts that went down in the seas ! Ye are at peace in the troubled stream ; Ho ! brave land ! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES.
Página 331 - And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day • The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Página 312 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the bulwarks by the shore, And the fort upon the hill ; The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar, The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill.
Página 99 - O'er the meadow, through the forest ; All the stars of night looked at them, Watched with sleepless eyes their slumber ; From his ambush in the oak-tree Peeped the squirrel, Adjidaumo, Watched with eager eyes the lovers. And the rabbit, the Wabasso, Scampered from the path before them, Peering, peeping from his burrow, Sat erect upon his haunches, Watched with curious eyes the lovers. Pleasant was the journey homeward, All the birds sang loud and sweetly Songs of happiness and heart's-ease ; Sang...
Página 209 - IN the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims, To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling, Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather, Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.
Página 90 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other...
Página 220 - I'm not afraid of bullets, nor shot from the mouth of a cannon. But of a thundering 'No...
Página 180 - Into Hiawatha's wigwam Came two other guests, as silent As the ghosts were, and as gloomy, Waited not to be invited, Did not parley at the doorway, Sat there without word of welcome In the seat of Laughing Water; Looked with haggard eyes and hollow At the face of Laughing Water. And the foremost said: "Behold me! I am Famine, Bukadawin!" And the other said: "Behold me! I am Fever, Ahkosewin!
Página 306 - ... rose sublime, And all the great traditions of the Past They saw reflected in the coming time. And thus forever with reverted look The mystic volume of the world they read, Spelling it backward, like a Hebrew book, Till life became a Legend of the Dead.