The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Volume 3B. Tauchnitz, 1863 |
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... Robert of Sicily Interlude . · The Musician's Tale . 34 42 The Saga of King Olaf 43 I. The Chalenge of Thor 43 II . King Olaf's Return П. Thora of Rimol 45 10 48 IV . Queen Sigrid the Haughty 50 V. The Skerry of Shrieks 52 VI . The ...
... Robert of Sicily Interlude . · The Musician's Tale . 34 42 The Saga of King Olaf 43 I. The Chalenge of Thor 43 II . King Olaf's Return П. Thora of Rimol 45 10 48 IV . Queen Sigrid the Haughty 50 V. The Skerry of Shrieks 52 VI . The ...
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... ROBERT OF SICILY . ROBERT of Sicily , brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond , Emperor of Allemaine , Apparelled in magnificent attire , With retinue of many a knight and squire , On St. John's eve , at vespers , proudly sat And heard the ...
... ROBERT OF SICILY . ROBERT of Sicily , brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond , Emperor of Allemaine , Apparelled in magnificent attire , With retinue of many a knight and squire , On St. John's eve , at vespers , proudly sat And heard the ...
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... Robert fiercely said , " Open : ' t is I , the King ! Art thou afraid ? ” The frightened sexton , muttering , with a curse , " This is some drunken vagabond , or worse ... ROBERT OF SICILY . 35 Page 3 13 18 220 20 King Robert of Sicily.
... Robert fiercely said , " Open : ' t is I , the King ! Art thou afraid ? ” The frightened sexton , muttering , with a curse , " This is some drunken vagabond , or worse ... ROBERT OF SICILY . 35 Page 3 13 18 220 20 King Robert of Sicily.
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... Robert's self in features , form , and height , But all transfigured with angelic light ! It was an Angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air , An exaltation , piercing the disguise , Though none the hidden ...
... Robert's self in features , form , and height , But all transfigured with angelic light ! It was an Angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air , An exaltation , piercing the disguise , Though none the hidden ...
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... Robert's threats and cries and prayers , They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs ; A group of tittering pages ran before , And as they opened wide the folding - door , His heart failed , for he heard , with strange alarms ...
... Robert's threats and cries and prayers , They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs ; A group of tittering pages ran before , And as they opened wide the folding - door , His heart failed , for he heard , with strange alarms ...
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Angel arrows beard beautiful beheld beneath birds breath Captain of Plymouth chamber cried dark Dead rides Sir death Decameron divine door dreams Drontheim Enceladus eyes face falcon Federigo feet Flanders forest Gleamed graves guest Hakon hand head hear heard heart Iceland Jarl John Alden Julius Cæsar Killingworth King Olaf King Robert land laughed light listened Longfellow look Lord loud maiden Mayflower Miles Standish mist morning Morten of Fogelsang night Norway o'er Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest Paul Revere pause prayer Priscilla Puritan Queen rides Sir Morten round sails Sandalphon Scald ship shore Sicily Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd silent singing smile song sound spake stood street strong Svend sweet sword tale Thangbrand thee Thor Thora Thorberg Skafting thou thoughts of youth town Victor Galbraith village voice wall warlocks wild wind wind's wood words youth are long
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Page 235 - 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.
Page 206 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 16 - 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 upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
Page 13 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Page 34 - And heard the priests chant the Magnificat. And as he listened, o'er and o'er again Repeated, like a burden or refrain, He caught the words...
Page 120 - Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. "Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty mid the cobwebs of his dreams...
Page 141 - If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me. Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning...
Page 226 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Page 138 - Open wide on her lap lay the well-worn psalm-book of Ainsworth, Printed in Amsterdam, the words and the music together, Rough-hewn, angular notes, like stones in the wall of a churchyard, Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses.
Page 217 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.