The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Band 2Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1884 |
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... sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And the forests utter a moan , Like the voice of one who crieth In the ...
... sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And the forests utter a moan , Like the voice of one who crieth In the ...
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... sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of the plain . I love the season well , When forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the ...
... sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of the plain . I love the season well , When forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the ...
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... sweet and passionate wooer , Kisses the blushing leaf , and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep - crim- soned , And silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where Autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside ...
... sweet and passionate wooer , Kisses the blushing leaf , and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep - crim- soned , And silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where Autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside ...
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... sweet hymn was heard the while , Sung low , in the dim , mysterious aisle . " Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave ; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale , When the clarion's music ...
... sweet hymn was heard the while , Sung low , in the dim , mysterious aisle . " Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave ; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale , When the clarion's music ...
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... sweet spirit , that doth fill The world ; and , in these wayward days of youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature ; of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the ...
... sweet spirit , that doth fill The world ; and , in these wayward days of youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature ; of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the ...
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Angel answered beautiful behold bells beneath birds Bons amis breath church cloud cried dark dead death door dreams earth ELSIE eyes F. O. C. DARLEY face feet fire flowers forest FRIAR gleam golden guests hand hast head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind L. S. IPSEN land Lara Laughing Laughing Water light listen look Lord loud LUCIFER maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin monk morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pause Pray prayer Prec PRINCE HENRY river rose round RUSSELL AND RICHARDSON sails sang shadows shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song soul sound spake stand Standish stars stood sunshine sweet thee thought town unto Vict Victor Galbraith village voice walls wampum wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Seite 132 - And tonight I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty...
Seite 193 - 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!
Seite 57 - 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.
Seite 137 - 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 59 - 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.
Seite 59 - THE RAINY DAY. 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 132 - 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, 10 And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 1 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls. I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain...
Seite 145 - 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. \ Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Seite 367 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal...