The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Volume 3B. Tauchnitz, 1863 |
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... wild delight The scream of sea - birds in their flight , The rumor of the forest trees , The plunge of the implacable seas , The tumult of the wind at night , Voices of eld , like trumpets blowing , Old ballads , and wild melodies ...
... wild delight The scream of sea - birds in their flight , The rumor of the forest trees , The plunge of the implacable seas , The tumult of the wind at night , Voices of eld , like trumpets blowing , Old ballads , and wild melodies ...
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... wild birds gossiping overhead , And lisp of leaves , and fountain's fall , And her own voice more sweet than all , Telling the tale , which , wanting these , Perchance may lose its power to please . " THE STUDENT'S TALE . THE FALCON OF ...
... wild birds gossiping overhead , And lisp of leaves , and fountain's fall , And her own voice more sweet than all , Telling the tale , which , wanting these , Perchance may lose its power to please . " THE STUDENT'S TALE . THE FALCON OF ...
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... wild , Coming undaunted up the garden walk , And looking not at him , but at the hawk . " Beautiful falcon ! " said he , " would that I Might hold thee on my wrist , or see thee fly ! " The voice was hers , and made strange echoes start ...
... wild , Coming undaunted up the garden walk , And looking not at him , but at the hawk . " Beautiful falcon ! " said he , " would that I Might hold thee on my wrist , or see thee fly ! " The voice was hers , and made strange echoes start ...
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... wild music pours . " Who is thy mother , my fair boy ? " he said , His hand laid softly on that shining head . " Monna Giovanna . - Will you let me stay A little while , and with your falcon play ? We live there , just beyond your ...
... wild music pours . " Who is thy mother , my fair boy ? " he said , His hand laid softly on that shining head . " Monna Giovanna . - Will you let me stay A little while , and with your falcon play ? We live there , just beyond your ...
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... wild exhilaration in the air , Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet . Two lovely ladies , clothed in cloak and hood , Passed through the garden gate into the wood , Under the lustrous leaves ...
... wild exhilaration in the air , Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet . Two lovely ladies , clothed in cloak and hood , Passed through the garden gate into the wood , Under the lustrous leaves ...
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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.