The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory noticeGall & Inglis, 1855 - 640 pages |
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... . plete Pactical Wast EDINBURGH GALL & INGLIS 38 NORTH BRIDGES. Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way side , Iagons of home brewed ale , ah fair in ...
... . plete Pactical Wast EDINBURGH GALL & INGLIS 38 NORTH BRIDGES. Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way side , Iagons of home brewed ale , ah fair in ...
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... side . Perfectly amiable , and , on the whole , well pleased himself , there is little sin and misery in his world ; and , brimming with hope , there is no hell in his future . All is couleur de rose : even the hospital beds present ...
... side . Perfectly amiable , and , on the whole , well pleased himself , there is little sin and misery in his world ; and , brimming with hope , there is no hell in his future . All is couleur de rose : even the hospital beds present ...
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... side the Atlantic , one almost hears the extravaganza of the mocking bird in the following de- scription : - " Then from a neighbouring thicket the mocking bird , wildest of singers , Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the ...
... side the Atlantic , one almost hears the extravaganza of the mocking bird in the following de- scription : - " Then from a neighbouring thicket the mocking bird , wildest of singers , Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the ...
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... side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home ...
... side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home ...
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... side . Built o'er a box for the poor , or the blessed image of Mary . Farther down , on the slope of the hill , was the well with its moss- grown Bucket , fastened with iron , and near it a trough for the horses . Shielding the house ...
... side . Built o'er a box for the poor , or the blessed image of Mary . Farther down , on the slope of the hill , was the well with its moss- grown Bucket , fastened with iron , and near it a trough for the horses . Shielding the house ...
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Page 189 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Page 399 - 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 ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 49 - And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.
Page 48 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 321 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming 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.
Page 400 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star — Excelsior!
Page 48 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 5 - Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 320 - Then leaped her cable's length. 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
Page 201 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.