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... look of wisdom supernal . Father of twenty children was he , and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he languished a captive , Suffering ...
... look of wisdom supernal . Father of twenty children was he , and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he languished a captive , Suffering ...
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... looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women , As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed , Urged by their household cares , and the weary feet of their children . Down sank the great red sun , and in golden ...
... looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women , As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed , Urged by their household cares , and the weary feet of their children . Down sank the great red sun , and in golden ...
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... looks of saddest compassion . Still the blaze of the burning village illumined the landscape , Reddened the sky overhead , and gleamed on the faces around her , And like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses . Then a familiar ...
... looks of saddest compassion . Still the blaze of the burning village illumined the landscape , Reddened the sky overhead , and gleamed on the faces around her , And like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses . Then a familiar ...
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... look of its master . Round about him were numberless herds of kine , that were grazing Quietly in the meadows , and breathing the vapoury freshness That uprose from the river , and spread itself over the landscape . Slowly lifting the ...
... look of its master . Round about him were numberless herds of kine , that were grazing Quietly in the meadows , and breathing the vapoury freshness That uprose from the river , and spread itself over the landscape . Slowly lifting the ...
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... Look at this delicate plant that lifts its head from the meadow , See how its leaves all point to the north , as true as the magnet ; It is the compass - flower , that the finger of God has suspended Here on its fragile stalk , to ...
... Look at this delicate plant that lifts its head from the meadow , See how its leaves all point to the north , as true as the magnet ; It is the compass - flower , that the finger of God has suspended Here on its fragile stalk , to ...
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The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. [Illustrated.] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affichage du livre entier - 1864 |
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall eyes fair father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden merry midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA pass Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shalt ships silent silver singing sleep slumbered smile soft song sorrow soul sound stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wander wave weary wild wind window youth
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Page 64 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 115 - 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...
Page 83 - 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.
Page 7 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 99 - 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! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight...
Page 57 - 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.
Page 57 - 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 42 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 97 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, 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.
Page 94 - 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.