The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 páginas |
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... bosoms . Loud from its rocky caverns , the deep - voiced neigh- bouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the ...
... bosoms . Loud from its rocky caverns , the deep - voiced neigh- bouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the ...
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... bosom . But with a smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , Speaking words of endearment where words of com- fort availed not . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mourn- ful procession . There disorder ...
... bosom . But with a smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , Speaking words of endearment where words of com- fort availed not . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mourn- ful procession . There disorder ...
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... with her head on his bosom . Through the long night she lay in deep , oblivious slumber ; And when she woke from the trance , she beheld a multitude near her . Faces of friends she beheld , that were mournfully gazing EVANGELINE . 45.
... with her head on his bosom . Through the long night she lay in deep , oblivious slumber ; And when she woke from the trance , she beheld a multitude near her . Faces of friends she beheld , that were mournfully gazing EVANGELINE . 45.
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... bosom He was already at rest , and she longed to slumber beside him . Sometimes a rumour , a hearsay , an inarticulate whis- per , Came with its airy hand to point and beckon her forward . Sometimes she spake with those who had seen her ...
... bosom He was already at rest , and she longed to slumber beside him . Sometimes a rumour , a hearsay , an inarticulate whis- per , Came with its airy hand to point and beckon her forward . Sometimes she spake with those who had seen her ...
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... and constant anguish of pa- tience ! And , as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom , Meekly she bowed her own , and murmured , " Father , I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from 94 EVANGELINE .
... and constant anguish of pa- tience ! And , as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom , Meekly she bowed her own , and murmured , " Father , I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from 94 EVANGELINE .
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Acadian Acadie angel arms art thou BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS doth dream earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU Gipsy gleam gold golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest restless heart rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shine ships silent silver singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Página 188 - 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 216 - 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 189 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 224 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Página 151 - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Página 101 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty 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.
Página 539 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
Página 293 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night...
Página 242 - With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow.
Página 210 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark 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.