The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 pages |
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... passing hour Should we exert that magic power ! What ardour show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave the ... passed so long ago , Nor how they rolled ; Our theme shall be of yesterday , Which to oblivion sweeps away , Like ...
... passing hour Should we exert that magic power ! What ardour show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave the ... passed so long ago , Nor how they rolled ; Our theme shall be of yesterday , Which to oblivion sweeps away , Like ...
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... passed away . His brother , too , whose factious zeal Usurped the sceptre of Castile , Unskilled to reign ; What a gay , brilliant court had he , When all the flower of chivalry Was in his train ! But he was mortal ; and the breath ...
... passed away . His brother , too , whose factious zeal Usurped the sceptre of Castile , Unskilled to reign ; What a gay , brilliant court had he , When all the flower of chivalry Was in his train ! But he was mortal ; and the breath ...
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... passing far and high , We little birds in them play ; And everything , that can sing and fly , Goes with us , and far away . THE BIRD AND THE SHIP . " I greet thee 60 TRANSLATIONS . THE BIRD AND THE SHIP From the German of Müller THE ...
... passing far and high , We little birds in them play ; And everything , that can sing and fly , Goes with us , and far away . THE BIRD AND THE SHIP . " I greet thee 60 TRANSLATIONS . THE BIRD AND THE SHIP From the German of Müller THE ...
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... passed ; Then sank each hostile hulk and mast , In mist and smoke . " Fly ! " shouted they , " fly , he who can ! Who braves of Denmark's Christian The stroke ? " Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar , Now is the hour ! He hoisted ...
... passed ; Then sank each hostile hulk and mast , In mist and smoke . " Fly ! " shouted they , " fly , he who can ! Who braves of Denmark's Christian The stroke ? " Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar , Now is the hour ! He hoisted ...
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... passed from hand to hand among the crowd ; provisions are brought from the wagon , and after eating and drinking and hurrahing , the procession moves forward again , and at length draws near the house of the bride . Four heralds ride ...
... passed from hand to hand among the crowd ; provisions are brought from the wagon , and after eating and drinking and hurrahing , the procession moves forward again , and at length draws near the house of the bride . Four heralds ride ...
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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.