Poems, Band 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Mingled with the fortune - telling Gipsy - bands of dreams and fancies , Which amid the waste expanses Of the silent land of trances Have their solitary dwelling . All else seemed asleep in Bruges , In the ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Mingled with the fortune - telling Gipsy - bands of dreams and fancies , Which amid the waste expanses Of the silent land of trances Have their solitary dwelling . All else seemed asleep in Bruges , In the ...
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... dreams he hears , Intermingled with the song , Thoughts that he has cherished long ; Hears amid the chime and singing The bells of his own village ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus ...
... dreams he hears , Intermingled with the song , Thoughts that he has cherished long ; Hears amid the chime and singing The bells of his own village ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus ...
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... dream . And ever and anon , the wind , Sweet - scented with the hay , Turned o'er the hymn - book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the ...
... dream . And ever and anon , the wind , Sweet - scented with the hay , Turned o'er the hymn - book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay . Long was the good man's sermon , Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth the ...
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... of gloom , Weary both in heart and head . But what are these grave thoughts to thee ? Out , out ! into the open air ! Thy only dream is liberty , Thou carest little how or where . I see thee eager at thy play , Now shouting TO A CHILD . 49.
... of gloom , Weary both in heart and head . But what are these grave thoughts to thee ? Out , out ! into the open air ! Thy only dream is liberty , Thou carest little how or where . I see thee eager at thy play , Now shouting TO A CHILD . 49.
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... Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep O child ! O new - born denizen Of life's great city ! on thy ...
... Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep O child ! O new - born denizen Of life's great city ! on thy ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft art thou Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath blossom bosom breath bride Bruges burning Christmas carols cloud cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest forever Forever never Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light loud maiden meadows Minnesingers moon morning never Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadows ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Seite 331 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Seite 354 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Seite 23 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Seite 78 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night 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...
Seite 316 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Seite 283 - TN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, 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 the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Seite 100 - 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 ?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever !
Seite 131 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Seite 97 - Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands '• From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — "Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Seite 139 - THE book is completed, And closed, like the day ; And the hand that has written It Lays it away. Dim grow its fancies ; Forgotten they lie ; Like coals in the ashes, They darken and die. Song sinks into silence, The story is told, The windows are darkened, The hearth-stone is cold. Darker and darker The black shadows fall ; Sleep and oblivion Reign over alL EVANGELINE. A TALE OF ACADIE. THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks...