The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory noticeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 700 pages |
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... play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is hung . Where , from their frozen urns , mute springs Pour ...
... play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is hung . Where , from their frozen urns , mute springs Pour ...
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... play : All evil thoughts and deeds ; Anger , and lust , and pride ; The foulest , rankest weeds , That choke Life's groaning tide ! These are the woes of Slaves ; They glare from the abyss ; They cry , from unknown graves , " We are the ...
... play : All evil thoughts and deeds ; Anger , and lust , and pride ; The foulest , rankest weeds , That choke Life's groaning tide ! These are the woes of Slaves ; They glare from the abyss ; They cry , from unknown graves , " We are the ...
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... played a smile As holy , meek , and faint , As lights , in some cathedral aisle , The features of a saint . " The soil is barren , the farm is old , " The thoughtful Planter said ; Then looked upon the Slaver's gold , And then upon the ...
... played a smile As holy , meek , and faint , As lights , in some cathedral aisle , The features of a saint . " The soil is barren , the farm is old , " The thoughtful Planter said ; Then looked upon the Slaver's gold , And then upon the ...
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... play to - night , Don Carlos ; How happened it ? Don Carlos . I had engagements elsewhere . Pray , who was there ? Lara . Why , all the town and court ; The house was crowded ; and the busy fans Among the gaily dressed and perfumed ...
... play to - night , Don Carlos ; How happened it ? Don Carlos . I had engagements elsewhere . Pray , who was there ? Lara . Why , all the town and court ; The house was crowded ; and the busy fans Among the gaily dressed and perfumed ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Don Carlos . What was the play ? Lara . It was a dull affair ; One of those comedies in which you see , As Lope says , the history of the world Brought down from Genesis to the Day of Judgment . There were ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Don Carlos . What was the play ? Lara . It was a dull affair ; One of those comedies in which you see , As Lope says , the history of the world Brought down from Genesis to the Day of Judgment . There were ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bells beneath birds Bons amis breath bright Chispa clouds cried Cruzado dark dead death Don Carlos door dreams earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Hypolito Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night o'er Osseo Padre Cura passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Preciosa Prince H Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood sunshine sweet sword Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Victorian village voice walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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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.