The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1857 - 400 pages |
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... BIRD AND THE SHIP . From the German of Müller WHITHER ? From the German of Müller . 79 80 BEWARE ! From the German . SONG OF THE BELL . From the German 82 84 THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . From the German of Uhland THE BLACK KNIGHT . From the ...
... BIRD AND THE SHIP . From the German of Müller WHITHER ? From the German of Müller . 79 80 BEWARE ! From the German . SONG OF THE BELL . From the German 82 84 THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . From the German of Uhland THE BLACK KNIGHT . From the ...
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... BIRDS OF PASSAGE • 360 . THE OPEN WINDOW . KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA . PEGASUS IN POUND TEGNER'S DRAPA . SONNET . On Mrs. Kemble's Readings from Shakspeare THE SINGERS SUSPIRIA . 362 364 367 369 372 375 ib . 377 HYMN ...
... BIRDS OF PASSAGE • 360 . THE OPEN WINDOW . KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN GASPAR BECERRA . PEGASUS IN POUND TEGNER'S DRAPA . SONNET . On Mrs. Kemble's Readings from Shakspeare THE SINGERS SUSPIRIA . 362 364 367 369 372 375 ib . 377 HYMN ...
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... bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell ...
... bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell ...
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... bird , comes with its plaintive whistle , And pecks by the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy flail . O ...
... bird , comes with its plaintive whistle , And pecks by the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds from the threshing - floor the busy flail . O ...
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... birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord ...
... birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord ...
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Page 211 - 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...
Page 212 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 17 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 355 - ... Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. • Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion. Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean* That cannot be...
Page 185 - 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 or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 154 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Page 354 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. . We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 139 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Page 225 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never- forever!
Page 19 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.