Longfellow Day by DayT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1906 - 136 pages |
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... unto God ; for his sorrow- ing children Turns he ne'er from his door , but he heals and helps and consoles them . JANUARY TENTH The Children of the Lord's Supper Sacred heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible foun- tain ! Fill our hearts ...
... unto God ; for his sorrow- ing children Turns he ne'er from his door , but he heals and helps and consoles them . JANUARY TENTH The Children of the Lord's Supper Sacred heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible foun- tain ! Fill our hearts ...
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... pain , Ye shall be loved again ! No one is so accursed by fate , No one so utterly desolate , But some heart , though unknown , Responds unto his own . Endymion Ye voices , that arose After the Evening's close , [ 6 ] JANUARY SEVENTEENTH.
... pain , Ye shall be loved again ! No one is so accursed by fate , No one so utterly desolate , But some heart , though unknown , Responds unto his own . Endymion Ye voices , that arose After the Evening's close , [ 6 ] JANUARY SEVENTEENTH.
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... unto our lips thy goblet filled Out of Oblivion's well , a healing draught ! The Spanish Student JANUARY TWENTY - FIFTH Were half the power , that fills the world with terror , Were half the wealth , bestowed on camps and courts , Given ...
... unto our lips thy goblet filled Out of Oblivion's well , a healing draught ! The Spanish Student JANUARY TWENTY - FIFTH Were half the power , that fills the world with terror , Were half the wealth , bestowed on camps and courts , Given ...
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... unto whom are born The rose and jessamine , leaps wild in thee ! The Brook APRIL TWENTY - FOURTH How without guile thy bosom , all transparent As the pure crystal , lets the curious eye Thy secrets scan , thy smooth , round pebbles ...
... unto whom are born The rose and jessamine , leaps wild in thee ! The Brook APRIL TWENTY - FOURTH How without guile thy bosom , all transparent As the pure crystal , lets the curious eye Thy secrets scan , thy smooth , round pebbles ...
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... - SEVENTH The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . Sweet April ! —many a thought Is wedded unto thee [ 39 ] APRIL TWENTY - FIFTH.
... - SEVENTH The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . Sweet April ! —many a thought Is wedded unto thee [ 39 ] APRIL TWENTY - FIFTH.
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angel APRIL Arsenal at Springfield AUGUST Autumn Earlier Poems beautiful beneath Birds of Killingworth Blessed bluebird breath bright Children Christ Christmas Carol clouds Coplas de Manrique Courtship of Miles dark dead Death deed earth EIGHTEENTH ELEVENTH Evangeline evermore eyes FEBRUARY feet FIFTEENTH flowers forever Gleam Goblet Golden Legend DECEMBER Golden Legend JULY Golden Legend MARCH hand Haunted Houses hear heaven holy JANUARY John Alden JUNE Ladder of St leaves life's light lips Lord Lord's Supper Mayflower Miles Standish SEPTEMBER morning night NINETEENTH NINTH NOVEMBER o'er passion Plymouth Poetic Aphorisms prayer Psalm rain Sandalphon Sang shadows shalt Silent Land singing smile Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul Spanish Student star strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee things THIRTEENTH thou art thoughts thy heart toil TWELFTH TWENTY-EIGHTH TWENTY-FIRST TWENTY-FOURTH TWENTY-SEVENTH TWENTY-SIXTH TWENTY-THIRD unseen unto voice Wayside Wayside Inn weary whispered wild wind Woods in Winter
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Page 27 - 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 83 - THE DAY IS DONE. 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 83 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings, For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
Page 56 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.
Page 68 - 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
Page 17 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 71 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Page 5 - He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent ; Patience, and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Page 117 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent...
Page 106 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.