The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1867 - 452 páginas |
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... sound , if others like them peradventure Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams , blew a blast on his bugle . Then glad voices were heard , and up from the banks of the river , Borne aloft on his comrades ' arms , came Michael the ...
... sound , if others like them peradventure Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams , blew a blast on his bugle . Then glad voices were heard , and up from the banks of the river , Borne aloft on his comrades ' arms , came Michael the ...
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... sound , -a sound that brings The feelings of a dream , - As of innumerable wings , As , when a bell no longer swings , Faint the hollow murmur rings O'er meadow , lake , and stream . And dreams of that which cannot die , Bright visions ...
... sound , -a sound that brings The feelings of a dream , - As of innumerable wings , As , when a bell no longer swings , Faint the hollow murmur rings O'er meadow , lake , and stream . And dreams of that which cannot die , Bright visions ...
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... sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning ...
... sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning ...
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... sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain - passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses ... sounds , so slow and calm , That in the groves of balm Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! Go , mingle yet once ...
... sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain - passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses ... sounds , so slow and calm , That in the groves of balm Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! Go , mingle yet once ...
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... sound of wail , And tears came to mine eye . " " And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? " Led they not forth , in rapture , A beauteous ...
... sound of wail , And tears came to mine eye . " " And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? " Led they not forth , in rapture , A beauteous ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death dream earth Edenhall Elsie eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden grave guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Hoheneck holy Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Plymouth Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail Sandalphon sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand Standish stars stood strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Ursula Vict village voice wampum waves Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Página 4 - 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 338 - 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 it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 338 - 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 162 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Página 365 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; 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 409 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together...
Página 4 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Página 110 - 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. Come, read to me some poem, Some...
Página 342 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Página 157 - 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.