The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with explanatory notesG. Richards, 1903 |
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... Prince . Translated by LUIGI RICCI . Gibbon's Roman Empire . Vol . II . 44 . Re- 45 . 46 . 20. Swift's Gulliver's Travels . 21. Poe's Tales of Mystery and Imagination . 22. White's History of Sel- borne . 23. De Quincey's Opium Eater ...
... Prince . Translated by LUIGI RICCI . Gibbon's Roman Empire . Vol . II . 44 . Re- 45 . 46 . 20. Swift's Gulliver's Travels . 21. Poe's Tales of Mystery and Imagination . 22. White's History of Sel- borne . 23. De Quincey's Opium Eater ...
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... of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and smiled , I was discarded ! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea - 30 BALLADS.
... of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and smiled , I was discarded ! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea - 30 BALLADS.
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... Prince Frederick's Guard Sang them in their smoky barracks ; — Suddenly the English cannon Joined the chorus ! Peasants in the field , Sailors on the roaring ocean , Students , tradesmen , pale mechanics , All have sung them . Thou hast ...
... Prince Frederick's Guard Sang them in their smoky barracks ; — Suddenly the English cannon Joined the chorus ! Peasants in the field , Sailors on the roaring ocean , Students , tradesmen , pale mechanics , All have sung them . Thou hast ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Deep were his tones and solemn ; in accents measured and mournful Spake he , as , after the ... Prince of Peace , and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Deep were his tones and solemn ; in accents measured and mournful Spake he , as , after the ... Prince of Peace , and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where ...
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... PRINCE HENRY , sitting alone , ill and rest- less . Midnight . Prince Henry . I cannot sleep ! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that ...
... PRINCE HENRY , sitting alone , ill and rest- less . Midnight . Prince Henry . I cannot sleep ! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that ...
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Page 268 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 33 - 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.
Page 269 - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show, Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 96 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 177 - Sprinkled with holy 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, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when,...
Page 15 - 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,'
Page 18 - saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Page 30 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
Page 28 - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No...
Page 18 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies...