The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1878 - 417 pages |
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... hast thou concealed In the dark grave ! Their deeds of mercy and of arms , In peaceful days , or war's alarms , When thou dost show . O Death , thy stern and angry face , One stroke of thy all - powerful mace Can overthrow . Unnumbered ...
... hast thou concealed In the dark grave ! Their deeds of mercy and of arms , In peaceful days , or war's alarms , When thou dost show . O Death , thy stern and angry face , One stroke of thy all - powerful mace Can overthrow . Unnumbered ...
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... hast been , in battle - strife , So prodigal of health and life , For earthly fame , Let virtue nerve thy heart again ; Loud on the last stern battle - plain They call thy name . " Think not the struggle that draws near Too terrible for ...
... hast been , in battle - strife , So prodigal of health and life , For earthly fame , Let virtue nerve thy heart again ; Loud on the last stern battle - plain They call thy name . " Think not the struggle that draws near Too terrible for ...
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... Hast broken the slumber that encom- passed me , Who mad'st thy crook from the ac- cursed tree , On which thy powerful arms were stretched so long ! Lead me to mercy's ever - flowing foun- tains ; For thou my shepherd , guard , and guide ...
... Hast broken the slumber that encom- passed me , Who mad'st thy crook from the ac- cursed tree , On which thy powerful arms were stretched so long ! Lead me to mercy's ever - flowing foun- tains ; For thou my shepherd , guard , and guide ...
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... hast given , Yet , in the hoary winter of my days , Forever green shall be my trust in Heaven . Celestial King ! O let thy presence pass Before my spirit , and an image fair Shall meet that look of mercy from on high , As the reflected ...
... hast given , Yet , in the hoary winter of my days , Forever green shall be my trust in Heaven . Celestial King ! O let thy presence pass Before my spirit , and an image fair Shall meet that look of mercy from on high , As the reflected ...
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... hast no friend , Who will come to thee , Who will ever see How that house pleaseth thee ; Who will ever open The door for thee , And descend after thee ; For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see . KING CHRISTIAN . A NATIONAL SONG ...
... hast no friend , Who will come to thee , Who will ever see How that house pleaseth thee ; Who will ever open The door for thee , And descend after thee ; For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see . KING CHRISTIAN . A NATIONAL SONG ...
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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!