Longfellow Day by DayT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1906 - 136 páginas |
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... like is it all sin to leave . JUNE THIRTIETH Poetic Aphorisms Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined ; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find . Poetic Aphorisms de da da da da da JULY JULY FIRST ́NDER [ 63 ]
... like is it all sin to leave . JUNE THIRTIETH Poetic Aphorisms Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined ; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find . Poetic Aphorisms de da da da da da JULY JULY FIRST ́NDER [ 63 ]
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anna Harris Smith. 1 JULY JULY FIRST NDER him lay the golden moss ;
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anna Harris Smith. 1 JULY JULY FIRST NDER him lay the golden moss ;
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anna Harris Smith. de da da da da da JULY JULY FIRST ́NDER him lay the golden moss ; UN Und above him the boughs of hemlock - trees Waved , and made the sign of the cross , And whispered their Benedicites ; And ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anna Harris Smith. de da da da da da JULY JULY FIRST ́NDER him lay the golden moss ; UN Und above him the boughs of hemlock - trees Waved , and made the sign of the cross , And whispered their Benedicites ; And ...
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... JULY FOURTH Is it , O man , with such discordant noises , With such accursed instruments as these , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? The Arsenal at Springfield JULY FIFTH Down the ...
... JULY FOURTH Is it , O man , with such discordant noises , With such accursed instruments as these , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? The Arsenal at Springfield JULY FIFTH Down the ...
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... JULY SEVENTH The Parson , too , appeared , a man austere , The instinct of whose nature was to kill ; The wrath of God he preached from year to year , And read , with fervor , Edwards on the Will ; His favorite pastime was to slay the ...
... JULY SEVENTH The Parson , too , appeared , a man austere , The instinct of whose nature was to kill ; The wrath of God he preached from year to year , And read , with fervor , Edwards on the Will ; His favorite pastime was to slay the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angel APRIL Arsenal at Springfield AUGUST Autumn Earlier Poems beautiful beneath Birds of Killingworth Blessed bluebird breath bright Children Christmas Carol clouds Coplas de Manrique Courtship of Miles dark dead Death deed earth EIGHTEENTH EIGHTH ELEVENTH Evangeline evermore eyes FEBRUARY feet FIFTEENTH flowers forever FOURTEENTH Gleam Goblet Golden Legend DECEMBER Golden Legend MARCH hand Haunted Houses hear heaven holy JANUARY JUNE Ladder of St leaves life's light lips Lord Lord's Supper Mayflower Miles Standish SEPTEMBER morning night NINETEENTH NOVEMBER o'er passion Plymouth Poetic Aphorisms prayer Psalm rain Sandalphon Sang SEVENTH shadows shalt Silent Land singing SIXTEENTH Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul Spanish Student star strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee things THIRTEENTH THIRTIETH THIRTY-FIRST thou art thoughts thy heart toil TWELFTH TWENTIETH TWENTY-EIGHTH TWENTY-FIRST TWENTY-FOURTH TWENTY-SECOND TWENTY-SEVENTH TWENTY-SIXTH TWENTY-THIRD unseen unto voice Wayside Wayside Inn weary whispered wild wind Woods in Winter
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - 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 83 - THE DAY IS DONE. 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 83 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings, For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
Página 56 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.
Página 68 - 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
Página 17 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Página 71 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Página 5 - He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent ; Patience, and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Página 117 - 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 106 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.