The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 689 Seiten |
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... CLOUD CHRISTMAS BELLS . · THE POET'S TALE : THE BIRds of THE WIND OVER THE CHIMNEY KILLINGWORTH . 240 Finale . 243 PART SECOND . Prelude . 244 THE SICILIAN'S TALE : THE BELL OF ATRI • 245 THE BELLS OF LYNN KILLED at the Ford GIOTTO'S ...
... CLOUD CHRISTMAS BELLS . · THE POET'S TALE : THE BIRds of THE WIND OVER THE CHIMNEY KILLINGWORTH . 240 Finale . 243 PART SECOND . Prelude . 244 THE SICILIAN'S TALE : THE BELL OF ATRI • 245 THE BELLS OF LYNN KILLED at the Ford GIOTTO'S ...
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... CLOUD SONGS . THE DAY IS DONE . AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK . WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID . 66 DRINKING SONG · · • THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS 67 54 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 62 63 64 64 65 65 67 · THE ARROW AND THE ...
... CLOUD SONGS . THE DAY IS DONE . AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY . TO AN OLD DANISH SONG - BOOK . WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID . 66 DRINKING SONG · · • THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS 67 54 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 62 63 64 64 65 65 67 · THE ARROW AND THE ...
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... Cloud 288 MADA 236 HAWTHORNE 289 Interlude . 239 CHRISTMAS BELLS . 289 THE POET'S TALE : THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH . 240 THE WIND OVER THE CHIMNEY THE BELLS OF LYNN 290 290 Finale 243 KILLED AT THE FORD 291 PART SECOND . Prelude . 244 ...
... Cloud 288 MADA 236 HAWTHORNE 289 Interlude . 239 CHRISTMAS BELLS . 289 THE POET'S TALE : THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH . 240 THE WIND OVER THE CHIMNEY THE BELLS OF LYNN 290 290 Finale 243 KILLED AT THE FORD 291 PART SECOND . Prelude . 244 ...
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... cloud by day , which led his mind in all its onward movement ; and he esteemed the work which he had under- taken as the really great work of his life . His religious nature was profoundly moved by it , and the degree of doubt which ...
... cloud by day , which led his mind in all its onward movement ; and he esteemed the work which he had under- taken as the really great work of his life . His religious nature was profoundly moved by it , and the degree of doubt which ...
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... clouds with clouds embrace . But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmèd air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning ...
... clouds with clouds embrace . But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmèd air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning ...
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Acadian Angel answered art thou beautiful behold bells beneath birds breath Chispa CHRISTUS cloud cried dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS Essenians eyes face feet fire flowers forest forever gleam golden Golden Legend guests Gypsy hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS HEROD Hiawatha Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing Laughing Water light listen Longfellow look Lord loud maiden MANAHEM meadow Miles Standish mist Mondamin moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis PHARISEES poem poet Pray prayer Prec priest river rose round rushing sails sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet tale thee thine thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Seite 95 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Seite 7 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Seite 199 - 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 light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Seite 200 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet : That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Seite 11 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Seite 100 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Seite 89 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Seite 99 - Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. 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. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from...
Seite 6 - Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the...
Seite 200 - It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog. And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look...