Longfellow Leaflets: Poems and Prose Passages from the Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for Reading and RecitationHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 108 páginas |
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... fear ! " XVII . Then the Master , With a gesture of command , Waved his hand ; And at the word , Loud and sudden there was heard , All around them and below , The sound of hammers , blow on blow , Knocking away the shores and spurs ...
... fear ! " XVII . Then the Master , With a gesture of command , Waved his hand ; And at the word , Loud and sudden there was heard , All around them and below , The sound of hammers , blow on blow , Knocking away the shores and spurs ...
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... fear , the tears of regret , the feebleness of purpose , the pressure of want , the desertion of friends , the scorn of a world that has little charity , the desolation of the soul's sanctuary , and threatening voices within , — health ...
... fear , the tears of regret , the feebleness of purpose , the pressure of want , the desertion of friends , the scorn of a world that has little charity , the desolation of the soul's sanctuary , and threatening voices within , — health ...
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... fear that it is far greater than the world is willing to ac- knowledge ; or , perhaps I should say , than the world has thought of acknowl- edging . Blot out from England's history the names of Chaucer , Shake- speare , Spenser , and ...
... fear that it is far greater than the world is willing to ac- knowledge ; or , perhaps I should say , than the world has thought of acknowl- edging . Blot out from England's history the names of Chaucer , Shake- speare , Spenser , and ...
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... fear a hurricane . " 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 . That ever wind did blow . " He wrapped her warm in his ...
... fear a hurricane . " 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 . That ever wind did blow . " He wrapped her warm in his ...
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... fear , A voice in the darkness , a knock at the door , The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof - beats of that steed , And the midnight message of Paul Revere . 64 PRISCILLA'S ANSWER . " I HAVE been thinking all day.
... fear , A voice in the darkness , a knock at the door , The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof - beats of that steed , And the midnight message of Paul Revere . 64 PRISCILLA'S ANSWER . " I HAVE been thinking all day.
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom Angel answered Art thou Atri beautiful bees bell BELL OF ATRI beneath billows blow bows breast bride bridegroom brooklet chamber Children's Hour clouds cried dark daugh dead door dream Emperor Excelsior eyes fear February 27 forest Forever never gazed gleam gold golden hall hand happy hear heard heart heaven HYPERION Kavanagh King Robert land laughed light little Hiawatha live Longfellow look loud maiden mast mind mist monks MONT BLANC Never forever Never-forever night Nokomis o'er ocean Old North Church OUTRE-MER pass Paul Revere pines poem poet poet's prayer rest ride roar rose sail shadows ship shout silent Singing snow solemn song sorrow soul sound stair standing steed stood street thee things thou thought tide tower unto Valmond vessel village voice wait wall water-lilies wave wedding wind words wreck youth
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Página 57 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 63 - You know the rest. In the books you have read. How the British Regulars fired and fled, — • How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Página 16 - 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...
Página 105 - 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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 51 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Página 61 - 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.
Página 52 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Página 16 - She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel. And, spurning with her foot the ground. With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms! And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, That to the ocean seemed to say, " Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray, Take her to thy protecting arms, With all her youth and all her charms!
Página 52 - Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's woe.
Página 85 - 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.