The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 pages |
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... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out . And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
... beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times , enjoy Life's newness , and earth's garniture spread out . And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun , and with A sober gladness the old year takes up ...
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... beautiful upon the mountains . THE NATIVE LAND . Hear , Shepherd ! -Thou who. FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LAUGH of the mountain ! -lyre of bird and tree. TRANSLATIONS -1839-1846-1850 THE GOOD SHEPHERD From the Spanish of Lope de ...
... beautiful upon the mountains . THE NATIVE LAND . Hear , Shepherd ! -Thou who. FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LAUGH of the mountain ! -lyre of bird and tree. TRANSLATIONS -1839-1846-1850 THE GOOD SHEPHERD From the Spanish of Lope de ...
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... beautiful , and , in accordance with it , the style moves on - calm , dignified , and majestic . It is a great favourite in Spain ; and no less than four poetic Glosses , or running commentaries , upon it have been published . The ...
... beautiful , and , in accordance with it , the style moves on - calm , dignified , and majestic . It is a great favourite in Spain ; and no less than four poetic Glosses , or running commentaries , upon it have been published . The ...
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... beautiful is the summer night , which is not night , but a sunless yet unclouded day , descending upon earth with dews , and shadows , and refreshing coolness ! How beautiful the long , mild twilight , which unites to - day with ...
... beautiful is the summer night , which is not night , but a sunless yet unclouded day , descending upon earth with dews , and shadows , and refreshing coolness ! How beautiful the long , mild twilight , which unites to - day with ...
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... beautiful sun , and he played with the winged angels . Then grows the earth too narrow , too close ; and homesick for heaven Longs the wanderer again ; and the Spirit's longings are worship ; Worship is called his most beautiful hour ...
... beautiful sun , and he played with the winged angels . Then grows the earth too narrow , too close ; and homesick for heaven Longs the wanderer again ; and the Spirit's longings are worship ; Worship is called his most beautiful hour ...
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Acadian angel answer arms beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges Captain clouds COPLAS DE MANRIQUE dark dead Death descended dost doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear feet fire Flanders flowers forest GASPAR BECERRA gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy HUMPHREY GILBERT John Alden JORGE MANRIQUE JULIUS MOSEN land laugh leaves light lips look LOPE DE VEGA loud maiden meadows Miles Standish mist morning night o'er ocean passed Plymouth prayer Priscilla restless heart river rose round sail Sandalphon sang shadow ships shore silent singing slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood strong sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought toil unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Page 273 - 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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 237 - 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!
Page 246 - 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...
Page 141 - 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 151 - 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 273 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary...
Page 366 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each...
Page 337 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Page 142 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 151 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. 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, SONNETS.