The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 348 стор. |
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... Cloud .. 70 22883388R 65 66 67 67 The Grave ... King Christian SONGS . The Happiest Land . The Wave .. B Seaweed The Day is done .. 71 71 The Dead . Afternoon in February 72 The Bird and the Ship . To an Old Danish Song - Book 72 ...
... Cloud .. 70 22883388R 65 66 67 67 The Grave ... King Christian SONGS . The Happiest Land . The Wave .. B Seaweed The Day is done .. 71 71 The Dead . Afternoon in February 72 The Bird and the Ship . To an Old Danish Song - Book 72 ...
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... Cloud . 236 The Revenge of Rain - in - the - Face . 272 Hawthorne ... 237 To the River Yvette . 272 Christmas Bells 237 The Emperor's Glove . 272 The Wind over the Chimney . 237 A Ballad of the French Fleet .. 273 The Bells of Lynn ...
... Cloud . 236 The Revenge of Rain - in - the - Face . 272 Hawthorne ... 237 To the River Yvette . 272 Christmas Bells 237 The Emperor's Glove . 272 The Wind over the Chimney . 237 A Ballad of the French Fleet .. 273 The Bells of Lynn ...
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... cloud's encircling wreath , Guard it , till our homes are free ! Guard it ! God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then ...
... cloud's encircling wreath , Guard it , till our homes are free ! Guard it ! God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then ...
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... cloud of white , Around a far uplifted cone , In the warm blush of evening shone ; An image of the silver lakes , By which the Indian's soul awakes . But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall ...
... cloud of white , Around a far uplifted cone , In the warm blush of evening shone ; An image of the silver lakes , By which the Indian's soul awakes . But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall ...
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... cloud of flowers , Which from those hands angelic were thrown up , And down descended inside and without , With crown of olive o'er a snow - white veil , Appeared a lady , under a green mantle , Vested in colors of the living flame ...
... cloud of flowers , Which from those hands angelic were thrown up , And down descended inside and without , With crown of olive o'er a snow - white veil , Appeared a lady , under a green mantle , Vested in colors of the living flame ...
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Acadian answered arrows beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest gate gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy JULIA Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing Laughing Water leaves light listen living look loud maiden meadow MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish mist Mondamin morning mountains night Nokomis o'er Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pray Prec river rose round rushing sails sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought TITIAN unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Сторінка 104 - T is of the wave and not the rock ; '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...
Сторінка 71 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me. That my soul cannot resist ; A feeling of sadness and longing. That is not akin to pain. And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Сторінка 72 - 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 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 13 - 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. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saintlike, Looking downward from the skies.
Сторінка 42 - A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! 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 ! POEMS...
Сторінка 107 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed,...
Сторінка 31 - 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 masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho!
Сторінка 39 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering 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.
Сторінка 37 - 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.
Сторінка 107 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...