The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 pages |
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... King Witlaf's Drinking - horn Tegner's Drapa Suspiria The Open Window The Singers . Sonnet Hymn Gaspar Becerra THE ... King Robert of Sicily 375 Interlude 380 160 The Musician's Tale - The Saga of King Olaf 381 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA 254 I ...
... King Witlaf's Drinking - horn Tegner's Drapa Suspiria The Open Window The Singers . Sonnet Hymn Gaspar Becerra THE ... King Robert of Sicily 375 Interlude 380 160 The Musician's Tale - The Saga of King Olaf 381 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA 254 I ...
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... King Witlaf's Drinking - horn Tegner's Drapa Suspiria The Open Window The Singers . Sonnet Hymn Gaspar Becerra THE ... King Robert of Sicily 375 Interlude 380 160 The Musician's Tale - The Saga of King Olaf 381 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA 254 I ...
... King Witlaf's Drinking - horn Tegner's Drapa Suspiria The Open Window The Singers . Sonnet Hymn Gaspar Becerra THE ... King Robert of Sicily 375 Interlude 380 160 The Musician's Tale - The Saga of King Olaf 381 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA 254 I ...
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... King Olaf's Return III . Thora of Rimol IV . Queen Sigrid the Haughty V. The Skerry of Shrieks VI . The Wraith of Odin VII , Iron - Beard VIII . Gudrun IX . Thangbrand the Priest PAGE PAGE 463 463 464 385 Santa Teresa's Book - mark 464 ...
... King Olaf's Return III . Thora of Rimol IV . Queen Sigrid the Haughty V. The Skerry of Shrieks VI . The Wraith of Odin VII , Iron - Beard VIII . Gudrun IX . Thangbrand the Priest PAGE PAGE 463 463 464 385 Santa Teresa's Book - mark 464 ...
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... King Christian 528 The Elected Knight 529 In the Churchyard at Tarrytown 575 Eliot's Oak 575 Childhood 530 The ... King Trisanku 581 539 The Three Kings 581 582 583 542 The Broken Oar 583 543 From my Arm - chair 584 544 The Chamber over ...
... King Christian 528 The Elected Knight 529 In the Churchyard at Tarrytown 575 Eliot's Oak 575 Childhood 530 The ... King Trisanku 581 539 The Three Kings 581 582 583 542 The Broken Oar 583 543 From my Arm - chair 584 544 The Chamber over ...
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... king , -a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the old man rejoice ! His joy ! his last ! Oh , the old man gray Loveth that ever - soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , To the voice gentle and low Of ...
... king , -a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the old man rejoice ! His joy ! his last ! Oh , the old man gray Loveth that ever - soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , To the voice gentle and low Of ...
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Page 152 - 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 332 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page xxvii - 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 and forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 47 - 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 105 - 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 20 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Page 147 - 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 47 - 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, 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.
Page 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Page 322 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains as they lay In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.