The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 655 páginas |
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... wonder , but it will a cloak It serves for food and raiment . Give a Spaniard not laugh . Hyp . If thou wear'st nothing else upon thy forehead , His mass , his olla , and his Doña Twill be indeed a wonder . - Luisa - Thou knowest the ...
... wonder , but it will a cloak It serves for food and raiment . Give a Spaniard not laugh . Hyp . If thou wear'st nothing else upon thy forehead , His mass , his olla , and his Doña Twill be indeed a wonder . - Luisa - Thou knowest the ...
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... wonder and su prise ! And , restlessly , impatiently , Thou strivest , strugglest , to free . The four walls of thy nursery Are now like prison walls thee . t No more thy mother's smiles , No more the painted tiles , Delight thee , nor ...
... wonder and su prise ! And , restlessly , impatiently , Thou strivest , strugglest , to free . The four walls of thy nursery Are now like prison walls thee . t No more thy mother's smiles , No more the painted tiles , Delight thee , nor ...
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... wonder , and then rose Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger , And , by one impulse moved , they madly rushed to the door - way . Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations 440 450 Rang through the house ...
... wonder , and then rose Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger , And , by one impulse moved , they madly rushed to the door - way . Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations 440 450 Rang through the house ...
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... wonder and sadness , Strange forebodings of ill , unseen and that cannot be compassed . As , at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies , Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrinking mimosa , So , at the hoof ...
... wonder and sadness , Strange forebodings of ill , unseen and that cannot be compassed . As , at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies , Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrinking mimosa , So , at the hoof ...
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... wonder ; When they beheld his face , they recognized Basil the blacksmith . Hearty his welcome was , as he led his guests to the garden . There in an arbor of roses with endless question and answer 930 Gave they vent to their hearts ...
... wonder ; When they beheld his face , they recognized Basil the blacksmith . Hearty his welcome was , as he led his guests to the garden . There in an arbor of roses with endless question and answer 930 Gave they vent to their hearts ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian art thou beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds breath bright brooklet Chispa CHRISTUS cloud COREY dark dead death door dost dream earth ELSIE ENDICOTT EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair fear feet fire forest Giles Corey gleam golden Gypsy hand hath HATHORNE hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha holy JOHN ENDICOTT JULIA KEMPTHORN Kenabeek King land Lara laugh leaves light live look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden MANAHEM MARTHA meadows MERRY MICHAEL ANGELO Mondamin monk morning never night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre passed PHARISEES pray prayer Prec Preciosa priest PRINCE HENRY river round sail sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining silent singing sleep song soul sound spake speak star stood sweet thee thine things thou art thought TITIAN TITUBA unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Página 124 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Página 124 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Página 80 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 17 - THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. • My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
Página 15 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 236 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Página 1 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 15 - 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 263 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Página 263 - It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down.