The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 pages |
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... Youth 322 THE SPANISH STUDENT 54 The Ropewalk 324 The Golden Milestone 324 Catawba Wine 326 EVANGELINE 105 Daybreak ..... 326 Santa Filomena 327 THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE . Dedication ..... BY THE SEASIDE . The Building of the Ship ...
... Youth 322 THE SPANISH STUDENT 54 The Ropewalk 324 The Golden Milestone 324 Catawba Wine 326 EVANGELINE 105 Daybreak ..... 326 Santa Filomena 327 THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE . Dedication ..... BY THE SEASIDE . The Building of the Ship ...
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... Youth 322 THE SPANISH STUDENT 54 The Ropewalk 324 The Golden Milestone 324 Catawba Wine 326 EVANGELINE 105 Daybreak ..... 326 Santa Filomena 327 THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE . Dedication ..... BY THE SEASIDE . The Building of the Ship ...
... Youth 322 THE SPANISH STUDENT 54 The Ropewalk 324 The Golden Milestone 324 Catawba Wine 326 EVANGELINE 105 Daybreak ..... 326 Santa Filomena 327 THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE . Dedication ..... BY THE SEASIDE . The Building of the Ship ...
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... youth . He married Miss Anne Sewell , and after a married life of fourteen years was drowned at Anticosti , a large desert island in the estuary of the St. Lawrence . Mr. Stephen Longfellow , a descendant in the fourth generation of ...
... youth . He married Miss Anne Sewell , and after a married life of fourteen years was drowned at Anticosti , a large desert island in the estuary of the St. Lawrence . Mr. Stephen Longfellow , a descendant in the fourth generation of ...
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... youth , and who had gone abroad that the sea might be between him and the grave . " Alas , between him and his sorrow there could be no sea , but that of time ! " He wandered from place to place , noting what struck his sensitive fancy ...
... youth , and who had gone abroad that the sea might be between him and the grave . " Alas , between him and his sorrow there could be no sea , but that of time ! " He wandered from place to place , noting what struck his sensitive fancy ...
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... youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature , -of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the soft hues That stain the wild bird's wing , and flush the clouds When the ...
... youth , My busy fancy oft embodies it , As a bright image of the light and beauty That dwell in nature , -of the heavenly forms We worship in our dreams , and the soft hues That stain the wild bird's wing , and flush the clouds When the ...
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Acadian Angel arrows Balt beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bright Carlos Chibiabos Chis clouds CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos door dream earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha HYPOLITO John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light lips listen Longfellow look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet Pray prayer Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail Saint sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake star stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind window words yonder youth
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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.