The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Volume 3B. Tauchnitz, 1863 |
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... spake on ; and Federigo heard As from afar each softly uttered word , And drifted onward through the golden gleams And shadows of the misty sea of dreams , As mariners becalmed through vapors drift , And feel the sea beneath them sink ...
... spake on ; and Federigo heard As from afar each softly uttered word , And drifted onward through the golden gleams And shadows of the misty sea of dreams , As mariners becalmed through vapors drift , And feel the sea beneath them sink ...
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... spake the Spanish Jew , And murmured with an inward breath : " God grant , if what you say is true It may not be the Angel of Death ! " And then another pause ; and then , Stroking his beard , he said again : " This brings back to my ...
... spake the Spanish Jew , And murmured with an inward breath : " God grant , if what you say is true It may not be the Angel of Death ! " And then another pause ; and then , Stroking his beard , he said again : " This brings back to my ...
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... spake the King : " Be not afraid ; Sit here by me . " The guest obeyed , And , seated at the table , told Tales of the sea , and Sagas old . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . And ever , when the tale was o'er , The King demanded yet ...
... spake the King : " Be not afraid ; Sit here by me . " The guest obeyed , And , seated at the table , told Tales of the sea , and Sagas old . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . And ever , when the tale was o'er , The King demanded yet ...
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... spake on . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . As one who from a volume reads , He spake of heroes and their deeds , Of lands and cities he had seen , And stormy gulfs that tossed between . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . Then ...
... spake on . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . As one who from a volume reads , He spake of heroes and their deeds , Of lands and cities he had seen , And stormy gulfs that tossed between . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . Then ...
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... trace Of Olaf's gauntlet ; Like a malignant star , Blazing in heaven afar , Red shone the angry scar Under her frontlet . Oft to King Svend she spake , " For thine THE SAGA OF KING OLAF . 87 King Svend of the Forked Beard.
... trace Of Olaf's gauntlet ; Like a malignant star , Blazing in heaven afar , Red shone the angry scar Under her frontlet . Oft to King Svend she spake , " For thine THE SAGA OF KING OLAF . 87 King Svend of the Forked Beard.
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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.