The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with explanatory notesG. Richards, 1903 |
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... breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds . Morn on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
... breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees , And , from a beaker full of richest dyes , Pouring new glory on the autumn woods , And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds . Morn on the mountain , like a summer bird ...
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... breath of evening stirred The tall , grey forest ; and a band Of stern in heart , and strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . They sang , that by his native bowers He stood in the last ...
... breath of evening stirred The tall , grey forest ; and a band Of stern in heart , and strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . They sang , that by his native bowers He stood in the last ...
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... rose . Her hair Is like the summer tresses of the trees , When twilight makes them brown , and on her cheek Blushes the richness of an autumn sky , With ever - shifting beauty . Then her breath , THE SPIRIT OF POETRY 9.
... rose . Her hair Is like the summer tresses of the trees , When twilight makes them brown , and on her cheek Blushes the richness of an autumn sky , With ever - shifting beauty . Then her breath , THE SPIRIT OF POETRY 9.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With ever - shifting beauty . Then her breath , - It is so like the gentle air of Spring , As , from the morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , -and ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With ever - shifting beauty . Then her breath , - It is so like the gentle air of Spring , As , from the morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , -and ...
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... breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad ...
... breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumen1 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1884 |
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Abbot Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel Balt beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath breath bright Bruges Carlos Charles the Bald child Chis Christ clouds Countess of Flanders CRUZADO dark dead death deep Don Carlos dream earth Elsie Evangeline evermore eyes face fear flowers forest Friar Cuthbert Gipsy gleam gold golden Gottlieb Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven Hoheneck holy Hypolito labour land Lara light lips look loud Lucifer maiden meadows midnight Minnesinger monk moon morning mystery night o'er ocean Padre passed Pray prayer Preciosa priest Prince Henry rain rise river roar sail Saint sang seemed shadows shining ships silent singing sleep song sorrow soul sound spake stand star stood sweet thee Thou art thou hast thought unto Ursula Vict village voice walls wandered wave weary wild wind window words yonder youth
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Página 268 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 33 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Página 269 - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show, Strengthens and supports the rest.
Página 96 - 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 177 - Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when,...
Página 15 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream ! " 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,'
Página 18 - saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Página 30 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
Página 28 - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No...
Página 18 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies...