The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory noticeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 700 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 89
Page iii
... father ; but in a few months he was relieved from the uncongenial study of law by a proposal on the part of his alma mater , which , more than any possible diploma , attests the kind as well as the degree of merit he must have displayed ...
... father ; but in a few months he was relieved from the uncongenial study of law by a proposal on the part of his alma mater , which , more than any possible diploma , attests the kind as well as the degree of merit he must have displayed ...
Page 32
... father and a ragged shirt . Now , look you , you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets ; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night . Yet , I beseech you , for this once be not loud , but pathetic ; for it is a serenade to a ...
... father and a ragged shirt . Now , look you , you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets ; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night . Yet , I beseech you , for this once be not loud , but pathetic ; for it is a serenade to a ...
Page 46
... father ? To whom , then ? Preciosa . Who needs it more . Cruzado . To one No one can need it more . What , I , who lurk about Preciosa . Thou art not poor . Cruzado . In dismal suburbs and unwholesome lanes ; I , who am housed worse ...
... father ? To whom , then ? Preciosa . Who needs it more . Cruzado . To one No one can need it more . What , I , who lurk about Preciosa . Thou art not poor . Cruzado . In dismal suburbs and unwholesome lanes ; I , who am housed worse ...
Page 47
... father , and canst trace in me One look of her who bore me , or one tone Preciosa ( with emotion ) . Oh , I beseech thee ! That cloth remind thee of her , let it plead In my behalf , who am a feeble girl , Too feeble to resist , and do ...
... father , and canst trace in me One look of her who bore me , or one tone Preciosa ( with emotion ) . Oh , I beseech thee ! That cloth remind thee of her , let it plead In my behalf , who am a feeble girl , Too feeble to resist , and do ...
Page 49
... father ? Preciosa . Beltran Cruzado , Count of the Calés . Archbishop . I have a dim remembrance of that man ; He was a bold and reckless character , A sun - burnt Ishmael ! Cardinal . Thy earlier days ? Preciosa . Dost thou remember ...
... father ? Preciosa . Beltran Cruzado , Count of the Calés . Archbishop . I have a dim remembrance of that man ; He was a bold and reckless character , A sun - burnt Ishmael ! Cardinal . Thy earlier days ? Preciosa . Dost thou remember ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Acadian Angel answer arrows Bartolomé beautiful beaver behold beneath birds breath Chibiabos Chispa clouds cried Cruzado Dacotahs dark dead death Don Carlos doorway dream earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Hypolito Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre Cura pass Pau-Puk-Keewis prairie Pray prayer Preciosa Prince H Prince Henry Priscilla river rose round rushing sail sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Victorian village voice wait wampum wandered waves Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Popular passages
Page 96 - 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 thee.
Page 5 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall...
Page 96 - 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 538 - 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 437 - 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 535 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west, now south. Then up and spake an old saildr, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.
Page 104 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The...
Page 538 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ' " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " 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...
Page 269 - 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 104 - 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.