The Longfellow Birthday-bookHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 398 páginas |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Talleyrand , 1754 . FEBRUARY 14 . C. R. von Gluck , 1714 . Oh , did we but know when we are happy 49 FEBRUARY 13 .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Talleyrand , 1754 . FEBRUARY 14 . C. R. von Gluck , 1714 . Oh , did we but know when we are happy 49 FEBRUARY 13 .
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... happy , yes , thrice happy ! OUTRE - MEr . O lost days of delight , that are wasted in doubting and waiting ! O lost hours and days in which we might have been happy ! ELIZABETH . FEBRUARY 16 . And ever faster fell the snow , a roaring ...
... happy , yes , thrice happy ! OUTRE - MEr . O lost days of delight , that are wasted in doubting and waiting ! O lost hours and days in which we might have been happy ! ELIZABETH . FEBRUARY 16 . And ever faster fell the snow , a roaring ...
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... Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion , Nor the march of the encroaching city Drives an exile From the hearth of his ancestral homestead . We may build more splendid habitations , Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures ...
... Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion , Nor the march of the encroaching city Drives an exile From the hearth of his ancestral homestead . We may build more splendid habitations , Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures ...
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... happy May morning ! ELIZABETH . MAY 4 . I never hear the sweet warble of a bird from its na- tive wood , without a silent wish that such a cheerful voice and peaceful shade were mine . Outre - Mer . Do you ne'er think what wondrous ...
... happy May morning ! ELIZABETH . MAY 4 . I never hear the sweet warble of a bird from its na- tive wood , without a silent wish that such a cheerful voice and peaceful shade were mine . Outre - Mer . Do you ne'er think what wondrous ...
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... happy days unclouded to their close ; The sudden joys that out of darkness start As flames from ashes ; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows ! White as the gleam of a receding sail , White as a cloud ...
... happy days unclouded to their close ; The sudden joys that out of darkness start As flames from ashes ; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows ! White as the gleam of a receding sail , White as a cloud ...
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The Longfellow Birthday Book: With Diary for Memoranda Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1878 |
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angel APRIL APRIL 24 AUGUST beautiful birds blossoms breath bright clouds COURTSHIP OF MILES dark dead death DECEMBER delight DIVINE TRAGEDY dream DRIFT-WOOD earth EMMA AND EGINHARD England Tragedies EVANGELINE eyes fate FEBRUARY FEBRUARY 20 feeling Flemming flowers friends gleams GOLDEN Legend hand hath heart heaven HIAWATHA holy human HYPERION INTERLUDE JANUARY JANUARY 24 JOHN ENDICOTT JULY JUNE JUNE 24 KAVANAGH KÉRAMOS land leaves light living look MARCH MARCH 26 MASQUE OF PANDORA MILES STANDISH mist moon morning mysterious never night NOVEMBER NOVEMBER 24 o'er OCTOBER OCTOBER 14 OUTRE-MER Paul Flemming poet PRELUDE rain river seemed SEPTEMBER SEPTEMBER 16 SEPTEMBER 24 shadows shine silent singing sleep snow soft song sorrow soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stars strong summer sunshine sweet thee things Thou hast thought toil trees unto voice Wayside Wayside Inn weary wind words youth
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Página 390 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 344 - THE DAY IS DONE. 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.
Página 220 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 8 - 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.
Página 118 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore...
Página 122 - Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 335 - 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.
Página 388 - 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.
Página 136 - Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven!
Página 328 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.