The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 689 páginas |
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... DREAM • · THE WITNESSES . THE GOOD PART , THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY . THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT THE QUADROON GIRL THE WARNING THE SPANISH STUDENT • • · 23 23 20 SEAWEED 20 CHRYSAOR THE SECRET of the ...
... DREAM • · THE WITNESSES . THE GOOD PART , THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY . THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT THE QUADROON GIRL THE WARNING THE SPANISH STUDENT • • · 23 23 20 SEAWEED 20 CHRYSAOR THE SECRET of the ...
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... dream , As of innumerable wings , As , when a bell no longer swings , Faint the hollow murmur rings O'er meadow , lake , and stream . And dreams of that which cannot die , Bright visions , came to me , As lapped in thought I used to lie ...
... dream , As of innumerable wings , As , when a bell no longer swings , Faint the hollow murmur rings O'er meadow , lake , and stream . And dreams of that which cannot die , Bright visions , came to me , As lapped in thought I used to lie ...
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... dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not ...
... dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not ...
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... dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The ...
... dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The ...
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... dream . Then why pause with indecision , When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore ...
... dream . Then why pause with indecision , When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1894 |
The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1902 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian art thou beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chispa CHRISTUS cloud COREY dark dead death dream earth ENDICOTT EPIMETHEUS Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest Giles Corey gleam golden Golden Legend Gypsy hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy JOHN ENDICOTT Kenabeek King land Lara Laughing leaves light Longfellow look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden MANAHEM meadows merry MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish Mondamin morning never night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis PHARISEES poem poet pray prayer Prec PRINCE HENRY river round sail sang SCENE shadow shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sunshine sweet thee thine thou art thought TITUBA unto Vict village VITTORIA COLONNA voice walls wampum wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Página 103 - T is 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 3 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Página 14 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 65 - And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, 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...
Página 57 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 207 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Página 194 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 16 - ... 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. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 195 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find...
Página 14 - Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. 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. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the...