The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson, Tema 151 |
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... play to - night , Don Carlos ; I had engagements elsewhere . How happened it ? Don C. Pray who was there ? Lara . Why , all the town and court . The house was crowded ; and the busy fans Among the gaily dressed and perfumed ladies ...
... play to - night , Don Carlos ; I had engagements elsewhere . How happened it ? Don C. Pray who was there ? Lara . Why , all the town and court . The house was crowded ; and the busy fans Among the gaily dressed and perfumed ladies ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. Don C. What was the play ? Lara . It was a dull affair ; One of those comedies in which you see , * As Lope says , the history of the world Brought down from Genesis to the Day of ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. Don C. What was the play ? Lara . It was a dull affair ; One of those comedies in which you see , * As Lope says , the history of the world Brought down from Genesis to the Day of ...
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... playing , and ten for leaving off ? First Mus . No , your honour . Chispa . I am glad of it . What other instruments have we ? Second and Third Mus . We play the bandurria . Chispa . A pleasing instrument . Fourth Mus . The fife . And ...
... playing , and ten for leaving off ? First Mus . No , your honour . Chispa . I am glad of it . What other instruments have we ? Second and Third Mus . We play the bandurria . Chispa . A pleasing instrument . Fourth Mus . The fife . And ...
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... were a life indeed to make time envious ! I knew that thou wouldst visit me to - night . I saw thee at the play .こ Vict . Sweet child of air ! Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in THE SPANISH STUDENT . 5 SONGS-
... were a life indeed to make time envious ! I knew that thou wouldst visit me to - night . I saw thee at the play .こ Vict . Sweet child of air ! Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in THE SPANISH STUDENT . 5 SONGS-
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... play the prelude of our fate . We hear The voice prophetic , and are not alone . Prec . That is my faith . Dost thou believe these warnings ? Vict . So far as this . Our feelings and our thoughts Tend ever on , and rest not in the ...
... play the prelude of our fate . We hear The voice prophetic , and are not alone . Prec . That is my faith . Dost thou believe these warnings ? Vict . So far as this . Our feelings and our thoughts Tend ever on , and rest not in the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian Alden Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death dream earth Edenhall Elsie eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy gleamed golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look Lord loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Plymouth Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry Priscilla river rose round rushing sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood strong sunshine sweet thee Thou art thought unto Vict village voice wall wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Página 427 - 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.
Página 367 - 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 412 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest'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.
Página 298 - It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball...
Página 361 - And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, The woods were bending with a silent reach. Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell, The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, Was ringing to the merry shout, That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou...
Página 427 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 428 - How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 502 - Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world retreat; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs...
Página 550 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Página 438 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!