The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge & Company, 1856 - 400 páginas |
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... HOUR - GLASS 357 BIRDS OF PASSAGE 360 THE OPEN WINDOW . 362 KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN 364 GASPAR BECERRA . 367 PEGASUS IN POUND 369 TEGNER'S DRAPA 372 SONNET . On Mrs. Kemble's Readings from Shakspeare 375 THE SINGERS ib . SUSPIRIA ...
... HOUR - GLASS 357 BIRDS OF PASSAGE 360 THE OPEN WINDOW . 362 KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN 364 GASPAR BECERRA . 367 PEGASUS IN POUND 369 TEGNER'S DRAPA 372 SONNET . On Mrs. Kemble's Readings from Shakspeare 375 THE SINGERS ib . SUSPIRIA ...
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... thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long ; Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are 14 THE LIGHT OF STARS .
... thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long ; Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are 14 THE LIGHT OF STARS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are numbered , And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul , that slumbered , To a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like phantoms ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are numbered , And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul , that slumbered , To a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like phantoms ...
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... hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes 33 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM, AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER.
... hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes 33 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM, AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER.
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... hour Should we exert that magic power ! What ardour show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave the freeborn soul within , In weeds of woe ! Monarchs , the powerful and the strong , Famous in history and in song Of olden time ...
... hour Should we exert that magic power ! What ardour show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave the freeborn soul within , In weeds of woe ! Monarchs , the powerful and the strong , Famous in history and in song Of olden time ...
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Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blast blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy JULIUS MOSEN ladder of Jacob land laugh light lips looks loud maiden Master Shakes meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless heart river roar rose round sail sang seemed shadows shining ships shore silent silver singing Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Página 110 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Página 112 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Página 209 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Página 153 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Página 242 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Página 351 - Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. 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.
Página 224 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 12 - I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Página 312 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Página 12 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.