The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume 4Houghton, Mifflin, 1901 |
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... Coming undaunted up the garden walk , And looking not at him , but at the hawk . " Beautiful falcon ! " said he , " would that I Might hold thee on my wrist , or see thee fly ! The voice was hers , and made strange echoes start Through ...
... Coming undaunted up the garden walk , And looking not at him , but at the hawk . " Beautiful falcon ! " said he , " would that I Might hold thee on my wrist , or see thee fly ! The voice was hers , and made strange echoes start Through ...
Page 181
... coming back again To the one sad thought that haunts his brain , Are there any tidings from over sea ? Ah , why has that wild boy gone from me ? " And the Curate answers , looking down , Harmless and docile as a lamb , " Young blood ...
... coming back again To the one sad thought that haunts his brain , Are there any tidings from over sea ? Ah , why has that wild boy gone from me ? " And the Curate answers , looking down , Harmless and docile as a lamb , " Young blood ...
Page 184
... coming home with his Indian queen , Is coming without a week's delay ; And all the house must be swept and clean , And all things set in good array ! And the solemn porter shakes his head ; And the answer he makes is : " Lackaday ! We ...
... coming home with his Indian queen , Is coming without a week's delay ; And all the house must be swept and clean , And all things set in good array ! And the solemn porter shakes his head ; And the answer he makes is : " Lackaday ! We ...
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... coming of that day ; In the church below the lips are dust ; Dust are the hands , and dust the feet That would have been so swift to meet The coming of that wayward boy . At night the front of the old château Is a blaze of light above ...
... coming of that day ; In the church below the lips are dust ; Dust are the hands , and dust the feet That would have been so swift to meet The coming of that wayward boy . At night the front of the old château Is a blaze of light above ...
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... coming in the midst of all these knights ! " And Olger answered slowly : " No ; not yet ; He will not come so soon . " Then much disturbed King Desiderio asked : " What shall we do , If he approach with a still greater army ? " And ...
... coming in the midst of all these knights ! " And Olger answered slowly : " No ; not yet ; He will not come so soon . " Then much disturbed King Desiderio asked : " What shall we do , If he approach with a still greater army ? " And ...
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Page 214 - SHIPS that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look, and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Page 31 - It was one by the village clock When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock "When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
Page 29 - In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along from tent to tent, And seeming to whisper, "All is well!
Page 114 - Plato, anticipating the Reviewers, From his Republic banished without pity The Poets ; in this little town of yours, You put to death, by means of a Committee, The ballad-singers and the Troubadours, The street-musicians of the heavenly city. The birds, who make sweet music for us all In our dark hours, as David did for Saul.
Page 115 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Page 111 - The robin and the bluebird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee ; The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be ; And hungry crows, assembled in a crowd, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said : " Give us, O Lord, this day, our daily bread...
Page 165 - Would the Vision there remain ? Would the Vision come again? Then a voice within his breast Whispered, audible and clear As if to the outward ear : " Do thy duty ; that is best ; Leave unto thy Lord the rest ! " Straightway to his feet he started, And with longing look intent On the Blessed Vision bent, Slowly from his cell departed, Slowly on his errand went. At the gate the poor were waiting, Looking through the iron grating, With that terror in the eye...
Page 28 - ... If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 51 - Deaf to King Robert's threats and cries and prayers, They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs ; A group of tittering pages ran before, And as they opened wide the...
Page 31 - He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down...