The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With Prefatory Notice, [and] ... Engravings on SteelGall & Inglis, 1855 - 640 стор. |
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... Blessed are the Dead The Two Locks of Hair Song of the Silent Land 409 410 411 412 Luck of Edenhall 413 Note 505 The Hemlock Tree 414 Annie of Tharaw 415 The Statue over the Cathedral Door 416 The Legend of the Crossbill 417 The Sea ...
... Blessed are the Dead The Two Locks of Hair Song of the Silent Land 409 410 411 412 Luck of Edenhall 413 Note 505 The Hemlock Tree 414 Annie of Tharaw 415 The Statue over the Cathedral Door 416 The Legend of the Crossbill 417 The Sea ...
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... bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens , Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome . Then came the labourers home from the field , and serenely the sun sank Down to his rest , and ...
... bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens , Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome . Then came the labourers home from the field , and serenely the sun sank Down to his rest , and ...
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... blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman - cap , and her kirtle of blue , and the ear - rings , Brought in the olden time from France , and since , as an ...
... blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman - cap , and her kirtle of blue , and the ear - rings , Brought in the olden time from France , and since , as an ...
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... blessed image of Mary . Farther down , on the slope of the hill , was the well with its moss- grown Bucket , fastened with iron , and near it a trough for the horses . Shielding the house from storms , on the north , were the barns and ...
... blessed image of Mary . Farther down , on the slope of the hill , was the well with its moss- grown Bucket , fastened with iron , and near it a trough for the horses . Shielding the house from storms , on the north , were the barns and ...
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... blessing the bride and the bridegroom , Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare . Wiping the foam from his lip , he solemnly bowed and departed ; While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside , Till ...
... blessing the bride and the bridegroom , Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare . Wiping the foam from his lip , he solemnly bowed and departed ; While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside , Till ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Том 4 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Повний перегляд - 1885 |
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Acadian angels art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold Belfry of Bruges bell beneath birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet child CHISPA clouds CRUZADO dark dead death DON CARLOS dost dream earth Edenhall ELSIE Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest FRIAR CUTHBERT Gipsy gleam gold golden Golden Legend GOTTLIEB Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Hoheneck holy HYPOLITO king land LARA light lips look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden Minnesinger monks moon night Nils Juel Nova Scotia o'er PADRE CURA pass poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest PRINCE HENRY rise river round sail Saint Salern sang shadows shalt shining silent singing sleep soft song sorrow soul sound stand star stood sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought unto URSULA VICTORIAN village voice walls wandered wave wild wind window words youth
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Сторінка 189 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis 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 th.ee.
Сторінка 409 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Сторінка 49 - And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.
Сторінка 48 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Сторінка 321 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be : And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Сторінка 410 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
Сторінка 48 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Сторінка 5 - Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Сторінка 320 - Then leaped her cable's length. 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
Сторінка 201 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.