The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 519 pages |
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... painted benches . There stood the church like a garden ; the Feast of the Leafy Pavilions Saw we in living presentment . From noble arms on the church wall Grew forth a cluster of leaves , and the preacher's pulpit of oak - wood Budded ...
... painted benches . There stood the church like a garden ; the Feast of the Leafy Pavilions Saw we in living presentment . From noble arms on the church wall Grew forth a cluster of leaves , and the preacher's pulpit of oak - wood Budded ...
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... Painted in convents , with the Virgin Mary On the outside , and on the inside Ve- nus ! Don C. You do her wrong ; indeed , you do her wrong ! She is as virtuous as she is fair . Lara . How credulous you are ! Why look you , friend ...
... Painted in convents , with the Virgin Mary On the outside , and on the inside Ve- nus ! Don C. You do her wrong ; indeed , you do her wrong ! She is as virtuous as she is fair . Lara . How credulous you are ! Why look you , friend ...
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... paintings in the chapel wear thy looks , The canticles are changed to sarabands , And with the learned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas . Prec . In good sooth , I dance with learned doctors of the schools To - morrow ...
... paintings in the chapel wear thy looks , The canticles are changed to sarabands , And with the learned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas . Prec . In good sooth , I dance with learned doctors of the schools To - morrow ...
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... painted air . Here , when Art was still religion , with a simple , reverent heart , Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer , the Evangelist of Art ; Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered ...
... painted air . Here , when Art was still religion , with a simple , reverent heart , Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer , the Evangelist of Art ; Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered ...
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... Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ale from pewter ...
... Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ale from pewter ...
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Acadian answered Antiochus art thou beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds breath brooklet Chispa cloud cried dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha holy JULIA Kenabeek King Olaf land Lara Laughing Laughing Water leaves light listen living look loud maiden meadow MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning never nevermore night Nokomis o'er Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pray Prec river rose round rushing sails sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thine thou art thought TITIAN unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum wander whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Page 91 - 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 of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 37 - 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 91 - 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 : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 240 - 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 3 - 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 28 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " "O father! I see a gleaming light, O say what may it be?" 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 130 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command. Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 4 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 27 - Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Page 28 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.