The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 pages |
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... father , Mr. Stephen Longfellow , a native of Gorham , Maine , then a District of Massachusetts , was a descendant of William Longfellow , of Newbury , in the same state , who was born in Yorkshire , England , in 1651 , and emigrated to ...
... father , Mr. Stephen Longfellow , a native of Gorham , Maine , then a District of Massachusetts , was a descendant of William Longfellow , of Newbury , in the same state , who was born in Yorkshire , England , in 1651 , and emigrated to ...
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... father Roderigo Manrique , Conde de Parades , and Maestre de Santiago , and that he died on the field of battle near Cañavete , in the year 1479. This young soldier has rendered imperishable the memory of his father , in an ode which is ...
... father Roderigo Manrique , Conde de Parades , and Maestre de Santiago , and that he died on the field of battle near Cañavete , in the year 1479. This young soldier has rendered imperishable the memory of his father , in an ode which is ...
Page xxix
... father on a rustic seat in an old apple - tree , they see the waters of the river , and a sailless vessel dropping down the stream : " And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , 1 hou driftest gently down the tides of sleep . " THE OLD ...
... father on a rustic seat in an old apple - tree , they see the waters of the river , and a sailless vessel dropping down the stream : " And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , 1 hou driftest gently down the tides of sleep . " THE OLD ...
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... father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrel stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud ...
... father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrel stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud ...
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... father , I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
... father , I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
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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.