The Complete Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin, 1903 - 689 páginas |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS The poem in its first form bore the title Evening Shadows . The ... things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger ...
... thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS The poem in its first form bore the title Evening Shadows . The ... things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger ...
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... things are new ; - the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm - tree's nodding crest , And even the nest beneath the eaves ; There are no birds in last year's nest ! All things rejoice in youth and love , The fulness of their first ...
... things are new ; - the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm - tree's nodding crest , And even the nest beneath the eaves ; There are no birds in last year's nest ! All things rejoice in youth and love , The fulness of their first ...
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... things with arms of love . And thus she walks among her girls With praise and mild rebukes ; THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay ; He saw the fire of the midnight camp , And heard at times ...
... things with arms of love . And thus she walks among her girls With praise and mild rebukes ; THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay ; He saw the fire of the midnight camp , And heard at times ...
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... things above were bright and fair , All things were glad and free ; Lithe squirrels darted here and there , And wild birds filled the echoing air With songs of Liberty ! On him alone was the doom of pain , From the morning of his birth ...
... things above were bright and fair , All things were glad and free ; Lithe squirrels darted here and there , And wild birds filled the echoing air With songs of Liberty ! On him alone was the doom of pain , From the morning of his birth ...
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Angel answered beautiful behold beneath birds breath CHRISTUS cloud COREY cried dark dead death door dream earth ENDICOTT EPIMETHEUS eyes face feet fire forest Giles Corey gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy JOHN ENDICOTT Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Laughing Water leaves light listen Longfellow look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden MANAHEM meadow merry MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish Mondamin morning never night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis PHARISEES poem poet pray prayer Prec PRINCE HENRY river round sails Sandalphon sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale thee thou art thought TITUBA unto Vict village VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wind wonder words youth
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Página xvii - Find us farther than to-day. Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle 1 Be a hero in the strife
Página 396 - in Galilee, Saying : The Son of Man must be delivered Into the hands of sinful men ; by them Be crucified, and the third day rise again I But go your way, and say to his disciples, He goeth before you into Galilee ; There shall ye see Him as He said to
Página 95 - 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, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, — are all with thee I
Página xviii - art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shall know erelong, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS The poem in its first form bore the title
Página 11 - I 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 1 There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior
Página 57 - 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. Anil the night
Página 199 - and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and light, — farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm." Then he said, " Good night ! " and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the
Página 361 - been foreshadowed in them I CHRISTUS. For Zion's sake I will not hold my peace, And for Jerusalem's sake I will not rest Until its righteousness be as a brightness, And its salvation as a lamp that burneth ! Thou shall be called no longer the Forsaken,
Página 379 - CHRISTUS. Children ! how hard it is for them that trust In riches to enter into the kingdom of God ! T is easier for a camel to go through A needle's eye, than for the rich to enter The kingdom of God
Página 11 - height, Excelsior 1 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 I 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