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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... need of these flowerets gay , " 66 The Reaper said , and smiled ; ' Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . " They shall all bloom in fields of light , A PSALM OF LIFE . 13 The Reaper and the Flowers.
... need of these flowerets gay , " 66 The Reaper said , and smiled ; ' Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . " They shall all bloom in fields of light , A PSALM OF LIFE . 13 The Reaper and the Flowers.
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... earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of ...
... earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of ...
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... earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , More than all things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant ...
... earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given , More than all things else to love me , And is now a saint in heaven . With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine , Takes the vacant ...
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... earth's firmament do shine . Stars they are , wherein we read our history , As astrologers and seers of old ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery , Like the burning stars , which they behold . Wondrous truths , and manifold as ...
... earth's firmament do shine . Stars they are , wherein we read our history , As astrologers and seers of old ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery , Like the burning stars , which they behold . Wondrous truths , and manifold as ...
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... earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and colored wings Glance quick ...
... earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and colored wings Glance quick ...
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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...