The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1857 - 400 páginas |
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... forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks ...
... forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And the forests utter a moan , Like the voice of one who ... forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would , the sins that thou abhorrest , O Soul ! could thus decay , And be swept ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And the forests utter a moan , Like the voice of one who ... forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would , the sins that thou abhorrest , O Soul ! could thus decay , And be swept ...
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... forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with ...
... forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with ...
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... forest's shade , Or glistened in the white cascade ; Where upward , in the mellow blush of day , The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way . I heard the distant waters dash , I saw the current whirl and flash , - And richly , by the blue ...
... forest's shade , Or glistened in the white cascade ; Where upward , in the mellow blush of day , The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way . I heard the distant waters dash , I saw the current whirl and flash , - And richly , by the blue ...
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... the silver lakes , By which the Indian's soul awakes . But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall , gray forest ; and a band Of. BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . 39.
... the silver lakes , By which the Indian's soul awakes . But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall , gray forest ; and a band Of. BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . 39.
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Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear fire 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 211 - 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 212 - 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.
Página 17 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Página 355 - ... Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. • Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion. Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean* That cannot be...
Página 185 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 154 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Página 354 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. . We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 139 - 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 ! ENDYMION.
Página 225 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never- forever!
Página 19 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.