The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 Seiten |
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... sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest ; and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up ...
... sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest ; and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up ...
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... sounds the air , as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation , and scatters blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of blue ...
... sounds the air , as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation , and scatters blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of blue ...
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... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of ...
... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of ...
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... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun ...
... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun ...
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... the barns . Anon they sank into stillness ; Heavily closed , with a jarring sound , the valves of the barn - doors , Rattled the wooden bars , and all for a season was silent . In - doors , warm by the wide - mouthed 16 EVANGELINE .
... the barns . Anon they sank into stillness ; Heavily closed , with a jarring sound , the valves of the barn - doors , Rattled the wooden bars , and all for a season was silent . In - doors , warm by the wide - mouthed 16 EVANGELINE .
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Acadian Acadie angel arms art thou BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS doth dream earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU Gipsy gleam gold golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest restless heart rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shine ships silent silver singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Seite 188 - 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.
Seite 216 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! ' The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Seite 189 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Seite 224 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Seite 151 - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Seite 101 - 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, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 539 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
Seite 293 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night...
Seite 242 - With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow.
Seite 210 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow'. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.