The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 pages |
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... rise , When I behold afar , Suspended in the evening skies , The shield of that red star . O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand , And I am strong again . Within my breast ...
... rise , When I behold afar , Suspended in the evening skies , The shield of that red star . O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain ; Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand , And I am strong again . Within my breast ...
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... lust , Prostrate and trampled in the dust , Shall rise no more ; Others , by guilt and crime , maintain The scutcheon , that , without a stain , Their fathers bore . COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . Wealth and the high estate of 40 TRANSLATIONS .
... lust , Prostrate and trampled in the dust , Shall rise no more ; Others , by guilt and crime , maintain The scutcheon , that , without a stain , Their fathers bore . COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . Wealth and the high estate of 40 TRANSLATIONS .
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... rise up quickened , each one from his grave , Wearing again the garments of the flesh ; So , upon that celestial chariot , A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis , Ministers and messengers of life eternal . They all were saying ...
... rise up quickened , each one from his grave , Wearing again the garments of the flesh ; So , upon that celestial chariot , A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis , Ministers and messengers of life eternal . They all were saying ...
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... rise solemnly . " " The winds and the waves of ocean , Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear , from those lofty chambers , The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ? " " The winds and the waves of ocean , They rested quietly ; But I heard ...
... rise solemnly . " " The winds and the waves of ocean , Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear , from those lofty chambers , The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ? " " The winds and the waves of ocean , They rested quietly ; But I heard ...
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... rise at all . The moon and the stars shine through the day ; only , at noon , they are pale and wan , and in the southern sky a red , fiery glow , as of sunset , burns along the horizon , and then goes out . And pleasantly under the ...
... rise at all . The moon and the stars shine through the day ; only , at noon , they are pale and wan , and in the southern sky a red , fiery glow , as of sunset , burns along the horizon , and then goes out . And pleasantly under the ...
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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.