The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 pages |
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... once has produced a good poem , -I suspect , because it is a short one . " To the River Charles " is a pleasant glimpse of Mr. Longfellow's early Cambridge life , and the art of it is perfect . CHARLES RIVER . The most popular poem in ...
... once has produced a good poem , -I suspect , because it is a short one . " To the River Charles " is a pleasant glimpse of Mr. Longfellow's early Cambridge life , and the art of it is perfect . CHARLES RIVER . The most popular poem in ...
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... once reposed as shapeless ore in darksome mines , beneath the base of Chimborazo or the overhanging pines of Potosi . " And thus for thee , O little child , Through many a danger and escape , The tall ships passed the stormy cape ; For ...
... once reposed as shapeless ore in darksome mines , beneath the base of Chimborazo or the overhanging pines of Potosi . " And thus for thee , O little child , Through many a danger and escape , The tall ships passed the stormy cape ; For ...
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... once more ! " And waved their long arms to and frɔ , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn VOICES OF THE NIGHT To a Child Prelude ...
... once more ! " And waved their long arms to and frɔ , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn VOICES OF THE NIGHT To a Child Prelude ...
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... once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , oh stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song ...
... once upon the flower . Visions of childhood ! Stay , oh stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song ...
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... once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their ...
... once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones and weakly , Who the cross of suffering bore , Folded their ...
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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.