The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 pages |
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... face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave , On the ...
... face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave , On the ...
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... face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat , He earns whate'er he can , And looks the whole world in the face , For he owes not any man . Week in , week out , from morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can ...
... face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat , He earns whate'er he can , And looks the whole world in the face , For he owes not any man . Week in , week out , from morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can ...
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... face . Let our unceasing , earnest prayer Be , too , for light , —for strength to bear Our portion of the weight of care , That crushes into dumb despair One half the human race . O suffering , sad humanity ! O ye afflicted ones who lie ...
... face . Let our unceasing , earnest prayer Be , too , for light , —for strength to bear Our portion of the weight of care , That crushes into dumb despair One half the human race . O suffering , sad humanity ! O ye afflicted ones who lie ...
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... face above the door ; Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ...
... face above the door ; Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ...
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... face , The ancient chimney of thy nursery ! The lady with the gay macaw , The dancing girl , the brave bashaw With bearded lip and chin ; And , leaning idly o'er his gate , Beneath the imperial fan of state , The Chinese mandarin . With ...
... face , The ancient chimney of thy nursery ! The lady with the gay macaw , The dancing girl , the brave bashaw With bearded lip and chin ; And , leaning idly o'er his gate , Beneath the imperial fan of state , The Chinese mandarin . With ...
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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.