The Poetical Works of Henry W. LongfellowWard, Lock, 1886 - 698 pages |
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... Gleam of Sunshine . The Occultation of Orion Nuremberg The Norman Baron Rain in Summer To the Driving Cloud To a Child The Bridge Curfew The Sea - Diver The Indian Hunter 447 448 450 451 452 454 456 457 459 460 464 465 466 467 Ports 469 ...
... Gleam of Sunshine . The Occultation of Orion Nuremberg The Norman Baron Rain in Summer To the Driving Cloud To a Child The Bridge Curfew The Sea - Diver The Indian Hunter 447 448 450 451 452 454 456 457 459 460 464 465 466 467 Ports 469 ...
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... gleam of the celestial light ! Lara . Yet Preciosa would have taken the gold . Don C. ( rising ) . I do not think so . Lara . I am sure of it . But why this haste ? Stay yet a little longer , And fight the battles of your Dulcinea . Don ...
... gleam of the celestial light ! Lara . Yet Preciosa would have taken the gold . Don C. ( rising ) . I do not think so . Lara . I am sure of it . But why this haste ? Stay yet a little longer , And fight the battles of your Dulcinea . Don ...
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... behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her EVANGELINE . 57.
... behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her EVANGELINE . 57.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of ...
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... gleam of its water Here and there , in some open space , and at intervals only ; Then drawing nearer its banks , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he behold it not , he can hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length ...
... gleam of its water Here and there , in some open space , and at intervals only ; Then drawing nearer its banks , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he behold it not , he can hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length ...
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Page 482 - 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 425 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Page 369 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 414 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Page 425 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His 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.
Page 370 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, "When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 398 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
Page 396 - 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 432 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Page 432 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.