The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 417 pages |
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... read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . ON sunny slope and beechen swell , The shadowed light SUNRISE ON THE HILLS.
... read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . ON sunny slope and beechen swell , The shadowed light SUNRISE ON THE HILLS.
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... Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . Upon that tender eye , my little friend , Soft sleep shall come , that cometh not to me ! I ...
... Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . Upon that tender eye , my little friend , Soft sleep shall come , that cometh not to me ! I ...
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... sleeping with their heads to the westward . Each held a lighted taper in his hand when he died ; and in his coffin were placed his little heart - treasures , and a piece of money for his last journey . Babes that came lifeless into the ...
... sleeping with their heads to the westward . Each held a lighted taper in his hand when he died ; and in his coffin were placed his little heart - treasures , and a piece of money for his last journey . Babes that came lifeless into the ...
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... sleep are ye now , and the light in its radiant splendor Rains from the heaven downward ; -to - day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again , to examine and make your election , For she knows nought of compulsion , and ...
... sleep are ye now , and the light in its radiant splendor Rains from the heaven downward ; -to - day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again , to examine and make your election , For she knows nought of compulsion , and ...
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... sleeping . Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men ; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto her ; she herself knoweth Nought of her glorious attendance ; but follows faithful and humble , Follows so long as she may her ...
... sleeping . Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men ; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto her ; she herself knoweth Nought of her glorious attendance ; but follows faithful and humble , Follows so long as she may her ...
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Page 275 - 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 239 - 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 248 - 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 143 - 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 153 - 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 275 - 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 368 - 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 339 - 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 144 - 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 153 - 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.