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... comes the fearful wintry blast ; Our hopes , like withered leaves , fall fast : Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of ...
... comes the fearful wintry blast ; Our hopes , like withered leaves , fall fast : Pallid lips say , ' It is past ! We can return no more ! ' " Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of ...
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... Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road ... Comes that messenger divine 72 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 222 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS FLOWERS THE BELEAGUERED CITY MIDNIGHT ...
... Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road ... Comes that messenger divine 72 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 222 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS FLOWERS THE BELEAGUERED CITY MIDNIGHT ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 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 ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 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 ...
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... in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the 78 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
... in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the 78 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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... comes , with an awful roar , Gathering and sounding on , The storm - wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would , the sins that thou abhorrest , O ...
... comes , with an awful roar , Gathering and sounding on , The storm - wind from Labrador , The wind Euroclydon , The storm - wind ! Howl ! howl ! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away ! Would , the sins that thou abhorrest , O ...
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Acadian angel Bart beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds Cruz CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos dost dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes fair father fear fire flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam gold golden hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Minnehaha Minnesinger Mondamin Monk moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry rise river round sail Saint sang shadows shining silent singing sleep soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stands star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict Victorian village voice wampum wandered wave weary wigwam wild wind window words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 285 - 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 68 - 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,
Seite 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Seite 3 - 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 245 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow ; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Seite 286 - 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 209 - 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 235 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor. And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Seite 284 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended But has one vacant chair...
Seite 5 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain, and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy built...