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Página 11
And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy
flail . O what a glory doth this world put on , For him who with a fervent heart goes
forth Under the bright and glorious sky , and looks On duties well performed ...
And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy
flail . O what a glory doth this world put on , For him who with a fervent heart goes
forth Under the bright and glorious sky , and looks On duties well performed ...
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... Matrons and maidens sat in snow - whitecaps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue
and green , with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms , whose
noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and ...
... Matrons and maidens sat in snow - whitecaps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue
and green , with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms , whose
noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and ...
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... Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn , while the bell from its turret 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 ...
... Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn , while the bell from its turret 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 ...
Página 25
Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And as he knocked
, and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder ,
his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the ...
Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And as he knocked
, and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder ,
his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the ...
Página 28
All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of
cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of
pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun ...
All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of
cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of
pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun ...
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Angel answered arms beautiful bell beneath birds breath bright broad close clouds dark dead Death deep door dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair fall Father fear feeling feet fell fields fire flow flowers follow forest gleam golden grave hand head hear heard heart heaven hour King land laugh leaves lift light lips living look loud maiden moon morning never night o'er ocean once pain passed prayer rain rest returned rise river rose round sail sang seemed shadow shining ships shore side silent silver singing smile soft song sorrow soul sound stands stars stood strange street sweet thee things thou thoughts tide tower town trees turned unto village vision voice waited walls wandered waters wave wild wind woods youth
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Página 218 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Página 281 - Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Página 173 - ... Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Página 263 - How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
Página 141 - He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away...
Página 120 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed. On the billows fall and rise. r Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! HW LONGFELLOW.
Página 24 - 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, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Página 11 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent...
Página 187 - SAINT AUGUSTINE ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame...
Página 103 - 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," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems, selected from the best editions, Volumen1 Poems, selected from the best editions, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Autor | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Editor | W. Kent, 1880 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 3 Ago. 2006 |
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