The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1878 - 417 pages |
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... Gleam of Sunshine The Arsenal at Springfield Nuremberg The Norman Baron Rain in Summer To a Child The Occultation of Orion The Bridge • To the Driving Cloud SONGS . Seaweed The Day is done 2222 23 24 · 24 25 • 25 27 28 22222 29 1 00 00 ...
... Gleam of Sunshine The Arsenal at Springfield Nuremberg The Norman Baron Rain in Summer To a Child The Occultation of Orion The Bridge • To the Driving Cloud SONGS . Seaweed The Day is done 2222 23 24 · 24 25 • 25 27 28 22222 29 1 00 00 ...
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... gleam Portentous through the night . Upon its midnight battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , Flows the River of Life between . No other voice nor sound is there , In the army of the grave ; No ...
... gleam Portentous through the night . Upon its midnight battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , Flows the River of Life between . No other voice nor sound is there , In the army of the grave ; No ...
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... gleam of light , A flame , which , glaring at its height , Grew dim and died ? So many a duke of royal name , Marquis and count of spotless fame , And baron brave , That might the sword of empire wield , All these , O Death , hast thou ...
... gleam of light , A flame , which , glaring at its height , Grew dim and died ? So many a duke of royal name , Marquis and count of spotless fame , And baron brave , That might the sword of empire wield , All these , O Death , hast thou ...
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... Gleam in December ; And , like the water's flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed ...
... Gleam in December ; And , like the water's flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed ...
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... gleam- ing snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave , On the Lake of Galilee . And fast through the midnight dark and ...
... gleam- ing snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave , On the Lake of Galilee . And fast through the midnight dark and ...
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Page 36 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 237 - So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
Page 40 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior...
Page 235 - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away. Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Page 87 - And tonight I long for rest. 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. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty...
Page 37 - THE RAINY DAY. 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 ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining...
Page 40 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 2 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life Is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 3 - The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 79 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!