The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1902 - 879 pages |
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... stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand , And I am strong again . Within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the ...
... stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand , And I am strong again . Within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars ; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars . The star of the ...
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... Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bear- ing , And in Summer's green - emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the centre of his brazen shield ; 40 under us Stands the ...
... Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bear- ing , And in Summer's green - emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing , In the centre of his brazen shield ; 40 under us Stands the ...
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... stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn ...
... stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn ...
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... stand in immortal bloom , In the fair gardens of that second birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers , which never bloomed on earth . Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four ...
... stand in immortal bloom , In the fair gardens of that second birth ; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers , which never bloomed on earth . Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four ...
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... stand And listen to him , when he told his love . Prec . I did not heed his words . Vict . Prec . Indeed thou didst , And answeredst them with love . Hadst thou heard all- Vict . I heard enough . Prec . Be not so angry with me . Vict ...
... stand And listen to him , when he told his love . Prec . I did not heed his words . Vict . Prec . Indeed thou didst , And answeredst them with love . Hadst thou heard all- Vict . I heard enough . Prec . Be not so angry with me . Vict ...
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Page 129 - 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! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 129 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Page 18 - 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. 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 18 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 84 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 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 258 - Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
Page 80 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 237 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea : Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me, And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 133 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps, What...
Page 129 - Then the master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand ; And, at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts ! she moves ! she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel! And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound She leaps into the ocean's arms ! And, lo!