Longfellow's poetical works. Author's complete copyr. ed |
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... unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things ...
... unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things ...
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... unto thee . " " I am not Christ the Great , Thou shalt not yield thee yet ; I am an Unknown Knight , [ dight . " Three modest Maidens have me be- " Art thou a Knight elected , And have three Maidens thee bedight ; So shalt thou ride a ...
... unto thee . " " I am not Christ the Great , Thou shalt not yield thee yet ; I am an Unknown Knight , [ dight . " Three modest Maidens have me be- " Art thou a Knight elected , And have three Maidens thee bedight ; So shalt thou ride a ...
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... unto his own : Responds , -as if , with unseen wings , An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR . FROM THE GERMAN OF PFIZER . A YOUTH , light ...
... unto his own : Responds , -as if , with unseen wings , An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR . FROM THE GERMAN OF PFIZER . A YOUTH , light ...
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... unto the fixèd stars . And through the dewy atmosphere , Not only could I see , but hear , Its wondrous and harmonious strings , In sweet vibration , sphere by sphere , From Dian's circle light and near , Onward to vaster and wider ...
... unto the fixèd stars . And through the dewy atmosphere , Not only could I see , but hear , Its wondrous and harmonious strings , In sweet vibration , sphere by sphere , From Dian's circle light and near , Onward to vaster and wider ...
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... unto thee ! " The Master's word Enraptured the young man heard ; And as he turned his face aside , With a look of joy and a thrill of pride , Standing before Her father's door , He saw the form of his promised bride . The sun shone on ...
... unto thee ! " The Master's word Enraptured the young man heard ; And as he turned his face aside , With a look of joy and a thrill of pride , Standing before Her father's door , He saw the form of his promised bride . The sun shone on ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian Angel answered art thou beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet Caiaphas Chispa Christus cloud Corey cried dark dead death door dost dream earth Endicott Essenians eyes face father fear fire forest gleam golden hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Jews John Endicott Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara leaves light listen look Lord loud Lucifer maiden Manahem meadow merry Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pharisees pray prayer Prec Priest Prince Henry river round sail sang shadow shalt shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Tituba unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wigwam wild wind wonder words
Pasajes populares
Página 3 - For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 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...
Página 44 - 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 ! 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 ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail,...
Página 268 - 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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 17 - 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.
Página 17 - 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 264 - 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 264 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
Página 294 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Página 296 - 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 44 - 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...