The Poetical Works of Henry W. LongfellowWard, Lock, 1886 - 698 Seiten |
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... till measures had been matured to carry it into immediate effect ; when the Governor of the colony , having issued a summons calling the whole people to a meeting , informed them that their lands , tenements , and cattle of all kinds ...
... till measures had been matured to carry it into immediate effect ; when the Governor of the colony , having issued a summons calling the whole people to a meeting , informed them that their lands , tenements , and cattle of all kinds ...
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... shapes on the window - panes in the winter . Then Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the table , Filled , till it overflowed , the pewter tankard with home - brewed Nut - brown ale , that was famed for its 56 EVANGELINE .
... shapes on the window - panes in the winter . Then Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the table , Filled , till it overflowed , the pewter tankard with home - brewed Nut - brown ale , that was famed for its 56 EVANGELINE .
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... Till Evangeline brought the draught - board out of its corner . Soon was the game begun . In friendly contention the old men Laughed at each lucky hit , or unsuccessful mancuvre , Laughed when a man was crowned , or a breach was made in ...
... Till Evangeline brought the draught - board out of its corner . Soon was the game begun . In friendly contention the old men Laughed at each lucky hit , or unsuccessful mancuvre , Laughed when a man was crowned , or a breach was made in ...
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... till morning . ! V. Four times the sun had risen and set ; and now on the fifth day Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and mournful procession , Came from the ...
... till morning . ! V. Four times the sun had risen and set ; and now on the fifth day Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and mournful procession , Came from the ...
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... till , urged the fever within her , Urged by a restless longing , the hunger and thirst of the spirit , She would commence again her endless search and endeavour ; Sometimes in churchyards strayed , and gazed on the crosses and ...
... till , urged the fever within her , Urged by a restless longing , the hunger and thirst of the spirit , She would commence again her endless search and endeavour ; Sometimes in churchyards strayed , and gazed on the crosses and ...
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Angel answered arms arrows beautiful beneath birds breath bright close comes cried dark dead death deep door dream earth ended eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire flowers follow forest give gleam golden grave guests hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Italy King King Olaf land Laughing leaves light listen living look Lord loud maiden morning never night o'er once passed Pau-Puk-Keewis prayer Prince Henry rest ring rise river rose round rushing sails sang seemed shadows shining ships silent singing sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stand stars stood strong sweet sword Take thee things thou thought Till turned Vict village voice wait wall waves wigwam wild wind wonder woods young youth
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Seite 482 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Seite 425 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Seite 369 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Seite 414 - 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 425 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 370 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, "When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Seite 398 - 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 396 - 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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Seite 432 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Seite 432 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.