The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1856 - 400 páginas |
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... be a child once more ! " And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn 3 PRELUDE .
... be a child once more ! " And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn 3 PRELUDE .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an ...
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... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have nought 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 ...
... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have nought 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 ...
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... Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language quaint and. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS .
... Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . SPAKE full well , in language quaint and. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS .
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... breath , - " Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And ...
... breath , - " Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumen1 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1880 |
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Acadian aloft arms art thou Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand 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 poem 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 snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thought toil unto village voice wait wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth