The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with explanatory notesG. Richards, 1903 |
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... head ; And the censer burning swung , Where , before the altar , hung The blood - red banner , that with prayer Had been consecrated there . And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while , HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS 5 Hymn of the Moravian ...
... head ; And the censer burning swung , Where , before the altar , hung The blood - red banner , that with prayer Had been consecrated there . And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while , HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS 5 Hymn of the Moravian ...
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... head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Covered the warrior , and within Its heavy folds the weapons , made For the hard toils of war were laid ; The cuirass , woven ...
... head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Covered the warrior , and within Its heavy folds the weapons , made For the hard toils of war were laid ; The cuirass , woven ...
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... head . ' " SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comes to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt ...
... head . ' " SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comes to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt ...
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... head to hear . " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aaron , Christ is born to set us free ! " And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement painted , And ...
... head to hear . " Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King , like David , priest , like Aaron , Christ is born to set us free ! " And the lightning showed the sainted Figures on the casement painted , And ...
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... head . But what are these grave thoughts to thee ? Out , out ! into the open air ! Thy only dream is liberty , Thou carest little how or where . I see thee eager at thy play , Now shouting to the apples on the tree , With cheeks as ...
... head . But what are these grave thoughts to thee ? Out , out ! into the open air ! Thy only dream is liberty , Thou carest little how or where . I see thee eager at thy play , Now shouting to the apples on the tree , With cheeks as ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumen1 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1884 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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...