Poems, selected from the best editions, Volume 1W. Kent, 1880 |
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... EVANGELINE VOICES OF THE NIGHT- Prelude Hymn to the Night A Psalm of Life Footsteps of Angels The Reaper and the Flowers The Light of Stars Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year L'Envoi BALLADS- The Skeleton in ...
... EVANGELINE VOICES OF THE NIGHT- Prelude Hymn to the Night A Psalm of Life Footsteps of Angels The Reaper and the Flowers The Light of Stars Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year L'Envoi BALLADS- The Skeleton in ...
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... their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , -and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . EVANGELINE . A Tale of Acadie . IN 1713 , 18 LONGFELLOW'S POEMS .
... their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , -and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . EVANGELINE . A Tale of Acadie . IN 1713 , 18 LONGFELLOW'S POEMS .
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... forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe , when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home EVANGELINE.
... forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe , when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home EVANGELINE.
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... the golden Flax for the gossiping looms , whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and EVANGELINE . 21.
... the golden Flax for the gossiping looms , whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and EVANGELINE . 21.
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... Evangeline lived , his child , and the pride of the village . Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters ; Hearty and hale was he , an oak that is covered with snowflakes ; White as the snow were his locks , and his ...
... Evangeline lived , his child , and the pride of the village . Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters ; Hearty and hale was he , an oak that is covered with snowflakes ; White as the snow were his locks , and his ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft Angel Art thou Basil beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell BELL OF ATRI beneath birds blast breath bright celestial clouds cried dark dead Death deep desert door dream earth Enceladus Evangeline evermore eyes face fair feet filled flowers forest Gabriel gazed gleam golden Grand-Pré hand haunted hear heard heart heaven HUMPHREY GILBERT King land laugh lifted light lips look loud maiden meadows mist mistletoe moon morning night o'er ocean Oh father Old North Church passed Paul Revere paused prayer priest rain restless heart rise river roar rose round sail Sandalphon sang seemed shadow shining ships shore silent silver singing slumbered smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake splendour stars steed stood sweet thee thou thoughts tide tower unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wandered wave weary whispered wild wind woods words youth
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Page 218 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Page 281 - Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Page 173 - ... Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Page 263 - How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
Page 141 - He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away...
Page 120 - 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. r Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! HW LONGFELLOW.
Page 24 - 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, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 11 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent...
Page 187 - SAINT AUGUSTINE ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame...
Page 103 - 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.