Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1886 |
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... cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sor- row , " To - morrow we will open , " I re- plied , And when the morrow came I answered ...
... cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sor- row , " To - morrow we will open , " I re- plied , And when the morrow came I answered ...
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... cried aloud : " Quick , quick , and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers ! See , how he scorns all human argu- ments , So that no oar he wants , nor other sail Than his ...
... cried aloud : " Quick , quick , and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers ! See , how he scorns all human argu- ments , So that no oar he wants , nor other sail Than his ...
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... cried a Saxon , laughing , And dashed his beard with wine ; " I had rather live in Lapland , Than that Swabian land ... cries ; " If there's a heaven upon this earth In Bohemia it lies . " There the tailor blows the flute , And the ...
... cried a Saxon , laughing , And dashed his beard with wine ; " I had rather live in Lapland , Than that Swabian land ... cries ; " If there's a heaven upon this earth In Bohemia it lies . " There the tailor blows the flute , And the ...
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... cries , ' mid the drunken revellers all , " Now bring me the Luck of Eden- hall ! The butler hears the words with pain , The house's oldest seneschal , Takes slow from its silken cloth again The drinking - glass of crystal tall ; They ...
... cries , ' mid the drunken revellers all , " Now bring me the Luck of Eden- hall ! The butler hears the words with pain , The house's oldest seneschal , Takes slow from its silken cloth again The drinking - glass of crystal tall ; They ...
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... cried through the startled air , Excelsior ! A traveller , by the faithful hound , Half - buried in the snow was found , Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device , Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and ...
... cried through the startled air , Excelsior ! A traveller , by the faithful hound , Half - buried in the snow was found , Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device , Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and ...
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Acadian answered Antiochus arrows beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds breath brooklet Charlemagne Chibiabos cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha holy JULIA Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light listen living look loud maiden meadow MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis nevermore night o'er old Nokomis Osseo painted PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Prec river rose round rushing sails sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thought TITIAN unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wind wonder words 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.