The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMilner and Sowerby, 1862 - 516 pages |
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... the farmer exclaimed , as their footsteps paused on the threshold , " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle Close by the chimney - side , which is always empty without thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe ...
... the farmer exclaimed , as their footsteps paused on the threshold , " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle Close by the chimney - side , which is always empty without thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe ...
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... the Many things are made clear , that else lie hidden in darkness . " And thereupon the priest , her friend and father - confessor , Said , with a smile , " O'daughter ! thy God thus speaketh within thee ! where . Talk not of wasted ...
... the Many things are made clear , that else lie hidden in darkness . " And thereupon the priest , her friend and father - confessor , Said , with a smile , " O'daughter ! thy God thus speaketh within thee ! where . Talk not of wasted ...
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... the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy , that betrays where the anchor is hidden . Therefore , trust to thy heart , and to what the world calls illusions . Gabriel is truly near thee ; for not far away to the southward , ...
... the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy , that betrays where the anchor is hidden . Therefore , trust to thy heart , and to what the world calls illusions . Gabriel is truly near thee ; for not far away to the southward , ...
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... thee , uncertain and sorrowful ever , Ever silent , or speaking only of thee and his troubles , He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens , Tedious even to me , that at length I bethought me , and sent him Unto the town ...
... thee , uncertain and sorrowful ever , Ever silent , or speaking only of thee and his troubles , He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens , Tedious even to me , that at length I bethought me , and sent him Unto the town ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Passed she along the path to the edge of the measureless prairie . Silent it lay ... thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Passed she along the path to the edge of the measureless prairie . Silent it lay ... thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path ...
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The poetical works ... of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affichage du livre entier - 1858 |
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The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affichage du livre entier - 1864 |
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Page 155 - Thou, too, sail on. O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great ! Humanity, with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 135 - 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.
Page 38 - 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 ; Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time...
Page 163 - 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...
Page 155 - 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 thee...
Page 38 - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
Page 100 - 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.
Page 140 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Page 119 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts...
Page 446 - 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.