The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Volume 3B. Tauchnitz, 1863 |
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... mist , The dusk of centuries and of song . The chronicles of Charlemagne , Of Merlin and the Mort d'Arthure , Mingled together in his brain With tales of Flores and Blanchefleur , Sir Ferumbras , Sir Eglamour , Sir Launcelot , Sir ...
... mist , The dusk of centuries and of song . The chronicles of Charlemagne , Of Merlin and the Mort d'Arthure , Mingled together in his brain With tales of Flores and Blanchefleur , Sir Ferumbras , Sir Eglamour , Sir Launcelot , Sir ...
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... mist and darkness pouring forth , Like Elivagar's river flowing Out of the glaciers of the North . The instrument on which he played Was in Cremona's workshops made , By a great master of the past , Ere yet THE WAYSIDE INN . 11.
... mist and darkness pouring forth , Like Elivagar's river flowing Out of the glaciers of the North . The instrument on which he played Was in Cremona's workshops made , By a great master of the past , Ere yet THE WAYSIDE INN . 11.
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... the yard , King Olaf's guard Saw the sea - mist slowly creeping O'er the sands , and up the hill , Gathering still Round the house where they were sleeping . It was not the fog he saw , Nor misty THE SAGA OF KING OLAF . 53.
... the yard , King Olaf's guard Saw the sea - mist slowly creeping O'er the sands , and up the hill , Gathering still Round the house where they were sleeping . It was not the fog he saw , Nor misty THE SAGA OF KING OLAF . 53.
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... mist . Then with holy water sprinkled All the ship ; the mass - bells tinkled ; Loud the monks around him chanted , Loud he read the Evangelist . As into the Fiord they darted , On each side the water parted ; Down a path like silver ...
... mist . Then with holy water sprinkled All the ship ; the mass - bells tinkled ; Loud the monks around him chanted , Loud he read the Evangelist . As into the Fiord they darted , On each side the water parted ; Down a path like silver ...
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... mist overhead The sun hung red As a drop of blood . Drifting down on the Danish fleet Three together the ships were lashed , So that neither should turn and retreat ; In the midst , but in front of the rest The burnished crest Of the ...
... mist overhead The sun hung red As a drop of blood . Drifting down on the Danish fleet Three together the ships were lashed , So that neither should turn and retreat ; In the midst , but in front of the rest The burnished crest Of the ...
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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
Popular passages
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.