The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 432 Seiten |
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... 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 neighbouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers ...
... 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 neighbouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers ...
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... stands on tablets of stone in the churchyards . Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered , Lowly and meek in spirit , and patiently suffering all things . Fair was she and young ; but alas ! before her extended , Dreary ...
... stands on tablets of stone in the churchyards . Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered , Lowly and meek in spirit , and patiently suffering all things . Fair was she and young ; but alas ! before her extended , Dreary ...
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... Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded . There all the air is balm , and the peach is the emblem of beauty , And the streets still re - echo the names of the trees of the forest , As if they fain would appease ...
... Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded . There all the air is balm , and the peach is the emblem of beauty , And the streets still re - echo the names of the trees of the forest , As if they fain would appease ...
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... , and constant anguish of patience ! And , as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom , Meekly she bowed her own , and murmured , “ Father , I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from 70 EVANGELINE .
... , and constant anguish of patience ! And , as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom , Meekly she bowed her own , and murmured , “ Father , I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from 70 EVANGELINE .
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... stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race , with other customs and language . Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants , whose fathers from exile ...
... stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race , with other customs and language . Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants , whose fathers from exile ...
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Acadian angel arms art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ Basil beautiful behold blessed blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death descended DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou dream earth Edenhall Enter Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Gabriel Gipsy gleamed golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JORGE MANRIQUE ladder of Jacob land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night o'er PADRE CURA passed PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest red planet Mars river rose Saint sang SCENE shadow shalt shining silent singing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary whispered wild wind words
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Seite 306 - Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Seite 1 - 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.
Seite 346 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 78 - 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 98 - 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 339 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Seite 402 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child. But a fair maiden in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful, with all the soul's expansion, Shall we behold her face.
Seite 88 - And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead.
Seite 315 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah ! when shall they all meet again?
Seite 315 - 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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.