The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1857 - 400 pages |
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... Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . " VOICES OF THE NIGHT . Πότνια , πότνια νύξι ὑπνοδότειρα.
... Yes , into Life's deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . " VOICES OF THE NIGHT . Πότνια , πότνια νύξι ὑπνοδότειρα.
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... sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft chimes , That fill the haunted chambers of the Night , Like some old poet's rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows ...
... sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft chimes , That fill the haunted chambers of the Night , Like some old poet's rhymes . From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows ...
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... sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral ...
... sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral ...
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... sorrows , that thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . I | 1 DALZIELS THERE is a ...
... sorrows , that thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . I | 1 DALZIELS THERE is a ...
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... sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . Our days are covered o'er with grief , And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good , Within this cheerless solitude No ...
... sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . Our days are covered o'er with grief , And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good , Within this cheerless solitude No ...
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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.