The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 432 Seiten |
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... thy place on the settle Close by the chimney - side , which is always empty without thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco : Never so much thyself art thou , as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or ...
... thy place on the settle Close by the chimney - side , which is always empty without thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco : Never so much thyself art thou , as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or ...
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... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
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... thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . " Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly : — “ I cannot ; Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not elsewhere . For ...
... thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . " Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly : — “ I cannot ; Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not elsewhere . For ...
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... Art thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah , how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah , how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
... Art thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah , how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah , how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
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... thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings ...
... thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings ...
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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.