The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton Mifflin and Company, 1886 - 1407 páginas |
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... waited the women " " Heaped the snow in drifts around it " " Can it be the sun descending Plymouth , Massachusetts " And his ships went sailing , sailing " Stood Mistress Stavers in her furbelows " 66 A little lady with golden hair ...
... waited the women " " Heaped the snow in drifts around it " " Can it be the sun descending Plymouth , Massachusetts " And his ships went sailing , sailing " Stood Mistress Stavers in her furbelows " 66 A little lady with golden hair ...
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... wait . THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have naught that is fair ? " saith he ...
... wait . THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have naught that is fair ? " saith he ...
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... wait . Yes , the glad messenger of love , To guide us to our home above , The Saviour came ; Born amid mortal cares and fears , He suffered in this vale of tears A death of shame . Behold of what delusive worth The bubbles we pursue on ...
... wait . Yes , the glad messenger of love , To guide us to our home above , The Saviour came ; Born amid mortal cares and fears , He suffered in this vale of tears A death of shame . Behold of what delusive worth The bubbles we pursue on ...
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... wait ! to thee my weary soul is crying , Wait for me ! Yet why ask it , when I see , With feet nailed to the cross , thou ' rt waiting still for me ! TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LORD , what am I , that , with ...
... wait ! to thee my weary soul is crying , Wait for me ! Yet why ask it , when I see , With feet nailed to the cross , thou ' rt waiting still for me ! TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LORD , what am I , that , with ...
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... wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sor- row , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied , And when the morrow came swered still , " To - morrow . " THE NATIVE LAND . an- FROM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA . CLEAR ...
... wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sor- row , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied , And when the morrow came swered still , " To - morrow . " THE NATIVE LAND . an- FROM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA . CLEAR ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian answered beautiful behold beneath birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne Chispa cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest gleam golden guests Gypsy 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 moon morning never night Nokomis o'er Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pray Prec river round rushing sails sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum wander whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Página 26 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 26 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 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...
Página 116 - We know what master laid thy keel; What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast and sail and rope; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Página 226 - Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns.
Página xi - 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; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 20 - 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.
Página 30 - 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...
Página 225 - and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war ; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the. tide. Meanwhile...
Página 120 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Página 69 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace ! " Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.