The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1857 - 400 páginas |
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... sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord , Amid the ...
... sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord , Amid the ...
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... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
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... sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore , And he departed swiftly as he came . THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE ...
... sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore , And he departed swiftly as he came . THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE ...
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... Sang from the meadow . “ But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . 66 Many a ...
... Sang from the meadow . “ But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . 66 Many a ...
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... sang the minstrels all , Chaunting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind ...
... sang the minstrels all , Chaunting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.