The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 689 Seiten |
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... things , I sought the woodlands wide . The green trees whispered low and mild ; It was a sound of joy ! They were my playmates when a child , And rocked me in their arms so wild ! Still they looked at me and smiled , As if I were a boy ...
... things , I sought the woodlands wide . The green trees whispered low and mild ; It was a sound of joy ! They were my playmates when a child , And rocked me in their arms so wild ! Still they looked at me and smiled , As if I were a boy ...
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... thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS The poem in its first form bore the title Evening Shadows . The ... things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger ...
... thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS The poem in its first form bore the title Evening Shadows . The ... things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger ...
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... things are new ; - the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm - tree's nodding crest , And even the nest beneath the eaves ; There are no birds in last year's nest ! All things rejoice in youth and love , The fulness of their first ...
... things are new ; - the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm - tree's nodding crest , And even the nest beneath the eaves ; There are no birds in last year's nest ! All things rejoice in youth and love , The fulness of their first ...
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... things above were bright and fair , All things were glad and free ; Lithe squirrels darted here and there , And wild birds filled the echoing air With songs of Liberty ! On him alone was the doom of pain , From the morning of his birth ...
... things above were bright and fair , All things were glad and free ; Lithe squirrels darted here and there , And wild birds filled the echoing air With songs of Liberty ! On him alone was the doom of pain , From the morning of his birth ...
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... thing more . Bartolomé Román Prec . ( with emotion ) . Oh , I beseech thee ! If my obedience and blameless life , If my humility and meek submission In all things hitherto , can move in thee One feeling of compassion ; if thou art ...
... thing more . Bartolomé Román Prec . ( with emotion ) . Oh , I beseech thee ! If my obedience and blameless life , If my humility and meek submission In all things hitherto , can move in thee One feeling of compassion ; if thou art ...
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The complete poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 1871 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
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...