The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 páginas |
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... thou soundest merrily ! " ) ; " The Black Knight " ( " " Twas Pentecost , the Feast of Gladness " ) ; " The Castle by the Sea " ( " Hast thou seen that lordly castle ? " ) ; " The Song of the Silent Land ” ( “ Into the Silent Land ...
... thou soundest merrily ! " ) ; " The Black Knight " ( " " Twas Pentecost , the Feast of Gladness " ) ; " The Castle by the Sea " ( " Hast thou seen that lordly castle ? " ) ; " The Song of the Silent Land ” ( “ Into the Silent Land ...
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... thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM ...
... thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM ...
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... thou , too , whosoe'er thou art , That readest this brief psalm , As one by one thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . Oh , fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and ...
... thou , too , whosoe'er thou art , That readest this brief psalm , As one by one thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . Oh , fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and ...
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... thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling , Half in rest , and half in strife , I have seen thy waters stealing Onward , like the stream of life . Thou hast taught me , Silent River ! Many a lesson , deep ...
... thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling , Half in rest , and half in strife , I have seen thy waters stealing Onward , like the stream of life . Thou hast taught me , Silent River ! Many a lesson , deep ...
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... thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many prayers ! Life hath ...
... thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many prayers ! Life hath ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows Balt beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Carlos Chibiabos clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Paul Flemming poem poet Pray prayer Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Página 152 - There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 332 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página xxvii - 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 and forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 47 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. 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 105 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Página 20 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Página 147 - 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 47 - 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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Página 322 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains as they lay In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.