The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 pages |
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... DOOR . From the German of Julius Mosen 98 THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL . From the German of Julius Mosen THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS . From the German of Heinrich Heine POETIC APHORISMS . From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich Von Logau ...
... DOOR . From the German of Julius Mosen 98 THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL . From the German of Julius Mosen THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS . From the German of Heinrich Heine POETIC APHORISMS . From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich Von Logau ...
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... door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones ...
... door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings for the strife , By the road - side fell and perished , Weary with the march of life ! They , the holy ones ...
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... Who will ever see How that house pleaseth thee ; Who will ever open The door for thee And descend after thee , For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see . How they so softly rest , All , all the. THE GRAVE From the Anglo-Saxon PAGE.
... Who will ever see How that house pleaseth thee ; Who will ever open The door for thee And descend after thee , For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see . How they so softly rest , All , all the. THE GRAVE From the Anglo-Saxon PAGE.
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... doors are all open , and you may sit and read till midnight without a candle . O how beautiful is the summer night ... door in the warm midnight , and lights his pipe with a common burning glass . I trust that these remarks will not be ...
... doors are all open , and you may sit and read till midnight without a candle . O how beautiful is the summer night ... door in the warm midnight , and lights his pipe with a common burning glass . I trust that these remarks will not be ...
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... fire , beheld by Apostles aforetime . Clear was the heaven and blue , and May , with her cap crowned with roses , Stood in her holiday dress in the fields , and. FROM THE SWEDISH OF BISHOP TEGNER . THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR .
... fire , beheld by Apostles aforetime . Clear was the heaven and blue , and May , with her cap crowned with roses , Stood in her holiday dress in the fields , and. FROM THE SWEDISH OF BISHOP TEGNER . THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR .
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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.