The Poetical Works of H.W. LongfellowJ. Dicks, 1868 - 215 páginas |
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... golden bells and pomegranates .. Blessing the world he came , and the bars of vapour beneath him Gleamed like a grate of brass , and the sea at his feet was a laver ! This was the wedding - morn of Priscilla the Puritan maiden . Friends ...
... golden bells and pomegranates .. Blessing the world he came , and the bars of vapour beneath him Gleamed like a grate of brass , and the sea at his feet was a laver ! This was the wedding - morn of Priscilla the Puritan maiden . Friends ...
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... golden leaves the sun was azure abysses . Gleaming on purple grapes , that , from branches pouring his splendours , Mingled their odorous breath with the balm of above them suspended , Wild and sweet as the clusters that grew in the the ...
... golden leaves the sun was azure abysses . Gleaming on purple grapes , that , from branches pouring his splendours , Mingled their odorous breath with the balm of above them suspended , Wild and sweet as the clusters that grew in the the ...
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... golden Flax for the gossiping looms , whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whirr of the wheels and the songs of the maidens , Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and the children Paused in their ...
... golden Flax for the gossiping looms , whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whirr of the wheels and the songs of the maidens , Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and the children Paused in their ...
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... golden vapours around him : While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow , Bright with the sheen of the dew , each glittering tree of the forest Flashed like the plane - tree the Persian adorned with mantles and jewels ...
... golden vapours around him : While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow , Bright with the sheen of the dew , each glittering tree of the forest Flashed like the plane - tree the Persian adorned with mantles and jewels ...
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... golden fruit , was spread the feast of betrothal . There in the shade of the porch were the priest and the notary seated ; There good Benedict sat , and sturdy Basil the blacksmith . Not far withdrawn from these by the cider - press and ...
... golden fruit , was spread the feast of betrothal . There in the shade of the porch were the priest and the notary seated ; There good Benedict sat , and sturdy Basil the blacksmith . Not far withdrawn from these by the cider - press and ...
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The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. [Illustrated.] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1864 |
Términos y frases comunes
Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dream earth Edenhall Elsie eyes face fair father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden grave guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin monks moon morning night o'er Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stand stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum waves whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 72 - 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: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 74 - 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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 96 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise.
Página 79 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; "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.
Página 107 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Página 105 - 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 thee...
Página 95 - 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 139 - Thy Father has written for thee.' 'Come, wander with me,' she said, 'Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.' 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 59 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Página 138 - On England's annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song, That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past, A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.