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ANGELO answered arms beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright cloud comes cried dark dead death door dreams earth entered eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire follow forest give gleam golden guests hand hast head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha King land Laughing leaves light listen living look loud maiden MICHAEL ANGELO morning mountains never night Nokomis o'er once passed pray Prec rest rise river rose round rushing sails sang seemed shadow shining ships silent singing sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood strong sweet tale tell thee things thou thought Till town turned unto Vict village voice wait walk walls waves wild wind wonder young youth
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Seite 28 - 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.
Seite 94 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 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.
Seite 3 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 28 - 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.
Seite 37 - 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. 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.
Seite 3 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife.
Seite 3 - 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, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 38 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary ; My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary.
Seite 277 - ... me ; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine ! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.
Seite 228 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy's brain, The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. © And the voice of that fitful song Sings on and is never still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth ar*e long, long thoughts.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Poetical Works Poetical Works, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Autor/in | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Verlag | Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1886 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 20. Febr. 2008 |
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