The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Complete in One VolumeHarper, 1847 - 117 стор. |
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Albrecht Dürer Alcalá ancient angel BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet Bruges CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle gleams gold golden grave Gypsy hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique JULIUS MOSEN land life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden midnight Minnesingers moon mountains never night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river Saint sang SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep soft song sorrow soul sound speak stand stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wild wind youth
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Сторінка 50 - ... wall, But 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.
Сторінка 108 - 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 of thy voice. 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.
Сторінка 9 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Сторінка 48 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 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.
Сторінка 8 - 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,
Сторінка 9 - 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 9 - 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 flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Сторінка 37 - Then from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee.
Сторінка 10 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Сторінка 39 - 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.