Poems of America

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Houghton, Mifflin, 1882 - 278 Seiten
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Seite 29 - Take thy banner ; and beneath The war-cloud's encircling wreath Guard it till our homes are free, Guard it — God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour, In the breaking forth of power, In the rush of steeds and men, His right hand will shield thee then. Take thy banner. But when night Closes round the ghastly fight, If the vanquished warrior bow, Spare him ; by our holy vow, By our prayers and many tears, By the mercy that endears, Spare him ; he our love hath shared, Spare him ; as thou...
Seite 152 - While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Seite 220 - In a warfare with the remnants of a palaeozoic age ; And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was / a sin, ' Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games, For I live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James ; And I've told in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow. LUKE (iN THE COLORADO PARK, 1873) WOT 's that you 're readin ' ? — a novel ? A novel ! — well,...
Seite 236 - I am going, O my people, On a long and distant journey ; Many moons and many winters Will have come, and will have vanished, Ere I come again to see you. But my guests I leave behind me ; Listen to their words of wisdom, Listen to the truth they tell you, For the Master of Life has sent them From the land of light and morning...
Seite 220 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
Seite 70 - Bathe now in the stream before you, Wash the war-paint from your faces, Wash the blood-stains from your fingers, Bury your war-clubs and your weapons, Break the red stone from this quarry, Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes, Take the reeds that grow beside you, Deck them with your brightest feathers, Smoke the calumet together, And as brothers live henceforward...
Seite 215 - Till the Union—" See! it opens! — " Father! Father! speak once more! " — " Bless you!"— gasped the old, gray Sergeant, and he lay and said no more!
Seite 189 - Twas early day, as poets say, Just when the sun was rising, A soldier stood on a log of wood And saw a thing surprising. As in amaze he stood to gaze, The truth can't be denied, sir, He spied a score of kegs or more Come floating down the tide, sir. A sailor too in jerkin blue, This strange appearance viewing, First damned his eyes, in great surprise, Then said, “Some mischief's brewing. “These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold, Packed up like pickled herring; And they're come down t' attack the...
Seite 162 - Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead : and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder, power to speak of him Eternally — bidding the lip of man Keep silence — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Seite 184 - And. the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.

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