The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: (comprising His Poems from 1839-1847).F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1800 - 363 pages |
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... Bird and the Shir , Whither ? Beware ! • 63 64 65 66 67 68 • Song of the Bell The Castle by the Sea • The Black Knight Songs of the Silent Land L'Envoi ·· BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS . The Skeleton in Armor A The Wreck of the Hesperus The ...
... Bird and the Shir , Whither ? Beware ! • 63 64 65 66 67 68 • Song of the Bell The Castle by the Sea • The Black Knight Songs of the Silent Land L'Envoi ·· BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS . The Skeleton in Armor A The Wreck of the Hesperus The ...
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... Builders .. 133 134 136 210 212 215 217 218 222 224 227 233 235 237 240 241 243 246 247 249 251 • • 252 253 254 256 257 258 260 262 · 319 321 331 332 333 335 336 338 • 340 Sand of the Desert in an Hour - glass Birds CONTENTS . 5.
... Builders .. 133 134 136 210 212 215 217 218 222 224 227 233 235 237 240 241 243 246 247 249 251 • • 252 253 254 256 257 258 260 262 · 319 321 331 332 333 335 336 338 • 340 Sand of the Desert in an Hour - glass Birds CONTENTS . 5.
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... Birds of Passage 341 342 The Open Window King Witlaf's Drinking - horn Gasper Becerra Pegasus in Pound Tegnérs Drapa 343 344 345 346 348 . Sonnet The Singers . Suspiria Hymn 350 351 • The Blind Girl of Castel - Cuillè · 352 ...
... Birds of Passage 341 342 The Open Window King Witlaf's Drinking - horn Gasper Becerra Pegasus in Pound Tegnérs Drapa 343 344 345 346 348 . Sonnet The Singers . Suspiria Hymn 350 351 • The Blind Girl of Castel - Cuillè · 352 ...
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... bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell ...
... bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell ...
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... bird , comes with its plaintive whistle , And pecks by the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy flail . O ...
... bird , comes with its plaintive whistle , And pecks by the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy flail . O ...
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Page 110 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 84 - 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 111 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, -sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 86 - 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 and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Page 337 - She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 250 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong. That it can follow the flight of song • Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend, SONNETS.
Page 240 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 122 - EXCELSIOR. 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 263 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
Page 216 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts...