The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1901 |
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... soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the ...
... soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the ...
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... comes say , Welcome , friend . 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 20 VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
... comes say , Welcome , friend . 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 20 VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
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... soul . Not enjoyment , and not 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 ...
... soul . Not enjoyment , and not 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 ...
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... following stanzas . WHEN the hours of Day are numbered , And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul , that slumbered , To a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 25.
... following stanzas . WHEN the hours of Day are numbered , And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul , that slumbered , To a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 25.
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... soul - like 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 ...
... soul - like 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 ...
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Page 194 - How beautiful is the rain ! • After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain I How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs I How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout I Across the
Page 18 - Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours, Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth, these golden
Page 247 - roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Page 302 - in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. » I was a Viking old I My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee I Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's
Page 187 - the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying,
Page 277 - These are the three great chords of might, And he whose ear is tuned aright Will hear no discord in the three, But the most perfect harmony." SUSPIRIA. TAKE them, O Death ! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone
Page 302 - That the poor whimpering hound ** Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. * But when I older grew, Joining a Corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders.
Page 277 - Take them, O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves, As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves I Take them, O great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust That bends the branches of thy tree, HYMN FOB MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION.
Page 298 - Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With her deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like Looking downward from the skies. Page 27. Spake full well, in language quaint and
Page 246 - I" How beautiful she is! How fair She lies within those arms, that press Her form with many a soft caress Of tenderness and watchful care! Sail forth into the sea, O ship! Through wind and wave, right onward steer I The moistened eye, the trembling lip,