The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge & Company, 1856 - 400 pages |
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... DOOR . From the German of Julius Mosen THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL . From the German of Julius Mosen THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS . From the German of Heinrich Heine POETIC APHORISMS . From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich Von Logau CURFEW ...
... DOOR . From the German of Julius Mosen THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL . From the German of Julius Mosen THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS . From the German of Heinrich Heine POETIC APHORISMS . From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich Von Logau CURFEW ...
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... door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones ...
... door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones ...
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... door for thee And descend after thee , For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see . KING CHRISTIAN . A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK . - FROM THE DANISH OF JOHANNES EVALD . KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast In mist and smoke ; His ...
... door for thee And descend after thee , For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see . KING CHRISTIAN . A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK . - FROM THE DANISH OF JOHANNES EVALD . KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast In mist and smoke ; His ...
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... doors are all open , and you may sit and read till midnight without a candle . O how beautiful is the summer night ... door in the warm midnight , and lights his pipe with a common burning glass . I trust that these remarks will not be ...
... doors are all open , and you may sit and read till midnight without a candle . O how beautiful is the summer night ... door in the warm midnight , and lights his pipe with a common burning glass . I trust that these remarks will not be ...
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... door , but he heals and helps and consoles them . Yet is it better to pray when all things are prosperous with us , Pray in fortunate days , for life's most beautiful Fortune Kneels down before the Eternal's throne ; and , with hands ...
... door , but he heals and helps and consoles them . Yet is it better to pray when all things are prosperous with us , Pray in fortunate days , for life's most beautiful Fortune Kneels down before the Eternal's throne ; and , with hands ...
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Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blast blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy JULIUS MOSEN ladder of Jacob land laugh light lips looks loud maiden Master Shakes meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless heart river roar rose round sail sang seemed shadows shining ships shore silent silver singing Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Page 110 - 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 112 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 209 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. 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...
Page 153 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Page 242 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 351 - Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 224 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 12 - 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," The reaper said, and smiled; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 312 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Page 12 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught 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.