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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE POETICAL WORKS OP H. W. LONGFELLOW . " Dreams that the soul of youth engage E e Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE POETICAL WORKS OP H. W. LONGFELLOW . " Dreams that the soul of youth engage E e Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age ...
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... soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor , and darkened the room for a moment . And as she gazed from the window she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow ...
... soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor , and darkened the room for a moment . And as she gazed from the window she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow ...
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... souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardour of prayer , like Elijah ascending to heaven . Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill , and on all sides Wandered , wailing , from house to house the women and ...
... souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardour of prayer , like Elijah ascending to heaven . Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill , and on all sides Wandered , wailing , from house to house the women and ...
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... soul a fragrance celestial ascended , - Charity , meekness , love , and hope , and forgiveness , and patience ! Then , all - forgetful of self , she wandered into the village , Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of ...
... soul a fragrance celestial ascended , - Charity , meekness , love , and hope , and forgiveness , and patience ! Then , all - forgetful of self , she wandered into the village , Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of ...
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... soul had departed . Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head , and the maiden Knelt at her father's side , and wailed aloud in her terror . Then in a swoon she sank , and lay with her head on his bosom . Through the long night she ...
... soul had departed . Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head , and the maiden Knelt at her father's side , and wailed aloud in her terror . Then in a swoon she sank , and lay with her head on his bosom . Through the long night she ...
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Page 64 - 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 115 - 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 83 - 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; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 7 - 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 99 - Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight...
Page 57 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Page 57 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 42 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 97 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
Page 94 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led, Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.