The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge & Company, 1856 - 400 pages |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. AN APRIL DAY . ' Tis sweet to visit the still wood , where. WHEN the warm sun , that brings Seed - time and harvest , has returned again , THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . 27 AN APRIL.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. AN APRIL DAY . ' Tis sweet to visit the still wood , where. WHEN the warm sun , that brings Seed - time and harvest , has returned again , THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . 27 AN APRIL.
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... returning march , And woods were brightened , and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun - clad vales . The clouds were far beneath me ; -bathed in light , They gathered mid - way round the wooded height , And , in their fading glory ...
... returning march , And woods were brightened , and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun - clad vales . The clouds were far beneath me ; -bathed in light , They gathered mid - way round the wooded height , And , in their fading glory ...
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... Save that footsteps here and there Of some burgher home returning , By the street lamps faintly burning , For a moment woke the echoes Of the ancient town of Bruges . But amid my broken slumbers Still I heard those magic 175 CARILLON.
... Save that footsteps here and there Of some burgher home returning , By the street lamps faintly burning , For a moment woke the echoes Of the ancient town of Bruges . But amid my broken slumbers Still I heard those magic 175 CARILLON.
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... would load their orchards with apples ; She , too , would bring to her husband's house delight and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of children . II . Now had the season returned , when the 253.
... would load their orchards with apples ; She , too , would bring to her husband's house delight and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of children . II . Now had the season returned , when the 253.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters . Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air , from the ice - bound ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters . Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air , from the ice - bound ...
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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.